Our trip to Paris wouldn’t have been complete without an afternoon at Versailles ~ and in our book, a location like that requires multiple looks! Jamie and I had been in basic blacks for the indoor tour, but felt the gardens required something a bit more major…Ever the stylist, I thus had a tote bag packed with Oscar de la Renta ball skirts, dreamy Primary tees, and a few more Jimmy Choo shoes. You know how you do. A girl needs options.We wrapped up our indoor tour, and stopped off in the ladies room for a Superman-style quick change. I mean. Marie Antoinette would have expected as much.Emerging into the sunlight, I felt like something was still missing from the fashion equation: this party needed more SLIVER. I’m on a crop top kick, after all! I dug into my kit for scissors, and started ripping into Jamie’s t-shirt. And then everything started to unravel.Guards approached. “What do you two think you’re doing?” “Going to look at the gardens,” we answered innocently. “Not dressed like THAT you’re not.”We attempted to negotiate: don’t the French live for fashion?! We were told we looked too special; it was not a compliment. We slunk off, dejected but not defeated. We’d enter the gardens from another angle. Or would we? Apparently an all-points bulletin had been put out: every guard on the premises knew those girls in the gowns were up to no good. Our visions of grandeur had been thoroughly thwarted.So, we shot these where we ended up: outside the palace gates, removed from the premises. I’d have been mortified if I hadn’t been giggling so unstoppably. If you ask me, not since Marie Antoinette herself has Versailles seen such a stylish eviction. At least that’s the line we used to comfort our wounded dreams. Ah well, it was all worth it.|WEARING| Primary t-shirts, Oscar de la Renta skirts, Jimmy Choo shoes // my crown is from Topshop|PHOTOS| by Jamie Beck and Kevin Burg
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