There's something so intoxicating about Paris. There is a certain level of glamour that American women have the inability to match. Not ALL of them, but the vast majority. Everything about the city is inpiring.There is an inexplicable impulse that it induces a girl to want to be a woman. And a woman dresses like she knows exactly who she is and what she wants. There are no traces of insecurity in what she wears. She walks into a room with complete confidence because the clothes that drape her are simply an extention of herself, they are mere representations of every aspect of her life. Every accessory gives insight into exactly who that woman is.
