j'adore frances

i'd like to start off by explaining that i do not speak or take any french, and apologize if my spelling or attempt at a short phrase was a disaster. also, i am sorry for not posting for about 239874298374 years. mainly it is because i have been completely unmotivated since i don't think anyone actually reads this thing. so if you do, PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!! i don't care if it's criticism or nothing important to say, but to hear that someone actually read this would be fantastic.

moving on the point of this post: i have been cast under the spell of french exchange students. last wednesday, a group of them arrived at my school and amazed me with their fantastic style and sexy accents. the greatest, of course, was the group of french guys now inhabiting my school. their leather shoes, nice jeans, long, wool coats and wintry scarves made me fall in love. how all of them can look so effortlessly classy and chic has proved to be a challenge and task i hope to complete.

since i don't have any real pictures of the french exchange students at my school [that would be a bit creepy, you know...] i have, in honor of jordan, paul, adrian, benji, camille, erica, margot, and the other exchange students who i don't know the names of, i present to you a series of street style pictures from the fantasyland we like to call france.

and because he was just too beautiful...