Some of you may know that I started a funny Flickr group a while back called Bench Monday (along with my co-conspirator Martha), in which I encouraged people to photograph themselves standing on benches on Mondays, for fun. You may also know that I tire of things easily, so after a few months of Mondays, I was done. HOWEVER, I do like taking pictures of outfits, especially where I dress up in my own interpretation of a French girl (The highest compliment you can give me, in fact, is that I look French. Shut up.).

I usually work from home on Mondays, so I get to be a little more casual than business casual, which you can see by the length of this dress, which is actually a t-shirt from American Apparel, which is an idea I stole from a certain light packer. Today I wore this to do work, go to the store, take Hank to the river, and go for a bike ride.

My hair is too short to go into a proper ponytail, so I supplement with a vintage scarf. Knot in front = French. The beautiful shagreen cuff is by Cocodri.

Tiny ponytail is unacceptable, but will be remedied as soon as I buy a bottle of Mane & Tail. Heh, just kidding. OR AM I?

I bought the belt via the AB Chao International Shopping Team when Stella McCartney had her line at H&M. Sarah braved CRAZY crowds to buy this for me in Chicago. It's all kind of broken and janky now, but I still love it.

Oh, hello, I am just standing here in front of my closet doors being French. Cigarette? Oui.

That's right. You know French girls have just a little bit of edge in every outfit. Here: a bit too short in the back. Amazing suede (and somehow indestructible) sandals by Chie Mihara.

Aaaaaaand, here's the real me. Not French, just unable to understand the remote. And quite sad about it.

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