In a blissful continuation of my life as a devoted fangirl, this weekend I arrived fully prepared to fawn at the Longchamp racecourse on the outskirts of Paris.
|gp = me, Wearing: leather shorts: vintage (faux similar), silk chemise: vintage (similar), boots: vintage (I know, I know..it's getting excessive), sweater: j. crew, necklace: boutique (similar?), glasses: my gpa's, bag: ...|
I'd insist that my choice of arm accoutrement was accidental if I thought that you'd believe me.
Woeful weather aside, the races were fun if only for the sake of their novelty.
Alas, hardly a hat was seen, and I was forced to confront the fact that the spectators spotted were indeed slightly scatterbrained brawny men and bookies.
Still wish I'd worn a hat.
Or one of these jockey shirts.
How do the horses focus with those stunners on their backs?