In college I bought two pairs of overalls from a vintage store, one sky blue with the kid’s brand “Osh Kosh” written on the front, the other pair navy, and more of a nod to lumberjacks.
I’m not sure why I was so proud of these overalls, or why I insisted on wearing my hair in pigtails when I wore them. Was I making it clear that I was still a child at heart?
I’m more subdued in my rebellion now – though I haven’t quite come to terms with the whole adult thing yet.
I have never seen a French person sporting overalls. (I know! Where is their fashion sense?) So when I spied a whole group of them in blue overalls congregating near the Pompidou Centre, I knew something was up. Unfortunately I couldn’t stick around to see what, but I knew it was probably good.
Overall-clad French people plotting mischief
What do you think is happening or *going to happen* here? All theories welcome. (We can write a story together!)
paris (im)perfect 