So I got a new apartment in Paris, because my old one had ~issues~. I like this one a lot better, but was
horrified a bit perturbed when I moved in to find that it was A LOT smaller than I expected. It wasn't really the size of the place that was the problem, it's enough for me, but it was no where near big enough to store all of the clothes and shoes (particularly shoes) that I had brought with me. So I had to make a decision: get another new apartment because I'm a brat and want to keep all my clothes, or suck it up and live a "minimalist" lifestyle for the next few months (the word sends shivers through my body). I took the latter option, because it would have been a pain and a half to try and find yet another apartment, on top of school/work/blahblah. So I sent between 50-75% of my clothes and shoes back to New York. I know, I'm proud of me too.
But what I didn't expect was the feeling of freedom that followed! I actually am quite happy with my limited wardrobe, because everything I kept is something that I actually really really like, instead of things I bring places on the off-chance that I feel really weird one day and want to wear a white petticoat skirt and neon graphic tee. That never actually happens. However, to be safe, come back to me in a month when I've exhausted all possible outfit combinations...
Because I'm happy with my clothing selection at the moment, my attention has therefore turned to sweet-ass accessories. All black, natch. I've been lusting after those Jenni Kayne flats forever (they're named after my favorite museum, after all), and the ones above are the much more affordable Steve Madden version. The watch is a Fossil, a brand my boyfriend and I agree is really cool and totally underrated. And the pretty lingerie because...because.