Moman, le piercing dans le nez: c’est un faux! =)

Now that we avoided the worried “what’s that up your nose” phone calls from my mother, let’s talk about day 3. Technically this party started on my second day in Europe but it ended late early enough the next morning to get its own picture of the day highlight. Add the fact that I was a tad hung over plus travelling to Brussels by train in mid-crappy weather to make this the best shot of the day with local parisienne Justine.

Seeing as I don’t usually dress up punk style, I had to improvise for this Punk & Glamor party thrown for Olivier’s birthday (”anniversaire” by the way, not “fête” as the French look at you weird if you say “Bonne fête”). Thank goodness that with the help of the snazzy and hot female dormmates from the second floor of Cite Universitaire’s German house, we put together something that didn’t look half bad. Thank you ladies!