Deuschland

I had an 8 hour layover in Germany, and lucky for me I was able to walk around Frankfurt for a couple of hours. Although Frankfurt was no Paris, it was indeed Europe. The cobble stoned streets surrounded by little  cafes and designer shops such as Jil Sander and Akris made me realize even more that I must live in Europe at some point in my life. Walking around, taking stalker photos of the impeccably dressed men, I kept saying to all my friends how most American boys lack style and need to learn from the men in beautiful suits that live in Europe. I had just gotten off a 10 hour plane flight and carried my carry-on luggage throughout the day, and let's just say I didn't look that great. I felt like the most unfashionable human being in the city (a feeling I despise) wearing skinny jeans, converse, and a scarf. Even elderly woman were rocking ballet flats and cargo skinny jeans, a trend I found common throughout my wandering of the streets. This was how I spent my few hours in Germany:

xoxo,

RoJo