Scarf tied, tongue not.

As I sit here and type this, I have absolutely no inhibitions. 

The sun is shining, the pigeons are squawking, the moto bikes are roaring, and I'm perfectly oblivious to the fact that there are at least 15 disturbed Parisians who just saw me far too-much of my pale midriff in my clumsy attempt to remove the bulky sweater no longer required. 

So I figure this is as good of a time as any to share with you another one of my flattering Gabby-as-art snapshots.
And guess who I'm going to imitate today?

This time, I come to you from Le Marais, after (and before another) a particularly severe torrential downpour during which I mostly just complained about not being able to wear my new vintage Ray Bans. 
Purchased only moments before at the best vintage fair I have (and will) ever attend, these babies make me feel really, really cool.

me. wearing: jacket: thrifted (similar), shirt: UO, pants: Current Elliot, scarf: Hermes (similar), glasses: vintage Ray Ban (similar)

And why shouldn't I? I mean, look at me. 

If that's not cool, then I don't know what is. 

Cheers