(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Attention Les K-Mart shoppers:

Sweaters? Ptuh.

Notebooks? A travesty.

Why spend all of your hard-earned Euros on mundane back-to-school clothes and ho-hum supplies for your darling children, when instead, you can send them to school with this taxidermic wonderment?

"Aidez-moi! Aidez-moi!"

Yours for the bargain price of € 600.

God.

The French.

Paris - Epicenter of Fashion?

I think not.

Typically, when one thinks of Paris, one thinks of fashion.

Dior.

Chanel.

Christian LaCroix.

But.

And it's a big But.

I am here to reveal that, regardless of all the posturing and pomposity, Little Miss Hoity-Toity has a 10 foot tall Fashion Faux Pas smack dab in the heart of Le Jardin de Luxembourgh for the world to see (if they dare not to avert their gaze):

Exhibit A:

The Skullet

We are Ici...

OK, I know that I said here that if the statue of Mary Tyler Moore fell on me after visiting the Best Damn Polka bar in Minneapolis that I would die a happy woman.

But, this, well...

Monmartre
(Photo credit: Ricardo Martin on flickr.com)

I'm changing my mind.

Baroness' prerogative.

Eet ees the Fransh way, non?