P.S. The whole show made me LONG for my darling Paris- and wish I had someone like Rachel with me to force me to have made some purchases like way she did the whole “Jedi Stylist Mind Trick” on Brad and that leather trench!
Archive for the ‘Paris’ Category
So here’s the thing about Parisian women: they are all beautiful. I’m not even kidding you, as I sat in cafe after cafe I could not help but be in awe of not only their fashionable dressing but also their innate genetically blessed gorgeousness. It is one part inspiring and one part a really fast and easy way to make yourself feel frumpy and gross. :) This came to a head at our last dinner in which the drop dead beautiful hostess- wearing not a speck of makeup on her slightly tanned face and dressed in an oversized men’s shirt tucked into slouchy boyfriend jeans with fabulous heels escorted us to our table (after I picked Andrew’s jaw up off the floor). I thought “if I wore that I would look like an idiot playing dress up, but this girl sashays around looking effortless, cool and sexy all at once! How is that???”
So I made a list of the things I noticed about Parisian women’s style in hopes of cracking their secret code!
1) The number one thing you need to dress like a French woman- the fitted black blazer. They were on at least 50% of the women. Even Andrew noticed. While a few slouchy boyfriend styles were seen, most women had on a perfectly tailored (very important- tailoring) black blazer over everything!!!! I’m investing in a good one (rather, taking my lovely Theory one I already have to be refitted close to the body).
This one by Elizabeth and James would world perfectly.
This one by K Karl Lagerfeld gets you a top Parisian designer label for much less than most of his clothes- $385.
Parisian Chic by elementsofstyle featuring Miss Selfridge
Now, back to important things. Like Paris. These are the last of the photos I have to share from our cultural adventures at the Louvre,Musee d’Orsay, Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe and other architectural splendors.
First off, the Eiffel. It is HUGE. Really huge, and it causes you to just be speechless in amazement pondering the actual construction of the thing. I captured this little boy who expresses it just right. We went to the top (froze our butts off) and marveled at the lack of skyscrapers in Paris. It was beautiful.

This building was covered from top to bottom in growing green plants. And the Arc, well, it speaks for itself!I hope you all enjoyed my three day tour of Paris! It is going to be a trip that stays in my heart for a long, long time. Until I can return. Tomorrow tune in for my post about what I learned about dressing from watching all the amazing women of Paris!
And a happy anniversary to Andrew, my very funny and tolerant hubby of 4 years today. Check out our spread from Inside Weddings here to see what a gorgeous day it was!
First off I want to thank Marni from StyleCarrot for posting while I was gone. Secondly Blogger went ahead and changed it’s post editor formatting while I was gone and I have NO IDEA how it works now and am very frustrated. So I apologize if this post looks hideous.Secondly, I already miss Paris. I even said “Merci” to the lady at Starbucks this morning, followed by a crimson shade of embarrassment crossing my face and a little tug at my heart that I was no longer in the land of “Merci”. I cannot wait to go back.
The best thing we did was just wander the streets of almost every neighborhood by foot and become totally enamored by every detail. The street lights. The window boxes. The doors. The smells. The gorgeous people. The sound of the language. The architecture that makes America look so very young. The cafes. Everything about it made me gasp “Ohmygod, this is so gorgeous” at nearly every turn. I could have gotten lost for days on those streets and never been bored or worried. It’s just that beautiful. Despite the aches and pains after HOURS of walking in ballet flats (travel tip: suck it up and bring sneakers. BIG mistake that I did not!) I still wanted MORE MORE MORE. The amount there is too see just walking the streets is overwhelming to the point of a near meltdown. In fact I’ll admit this now, I performed the most incredible shipping choke of all time on this trip due to the overwhelming nature of Parisian shopping abundance. I bought next to nothing. I will explain on Friday. Until then, a few snaps from my walking adventures.

I nearly threw myself across the street when I saw these Goyard trunks stacked up outside the shop….

And then I saw the monogrammed dog dollars inside and melted into a puddle of “I die”.
Everyone rides bikes. Darling men in business suits and ties ride bikes with baskets to work. It is beyond charming (99% of Parisians seem to smoke as well, which was jaw dropping for us!)
The signage at the cafes killed me- the chalkboards with gorgeous writing just made you want to read everything!
After a long day of walking ( most days we walked for 8 hours straight) a little white wine by the french doors in our room was such a relaxing, marvelous way to relax before dinner. A few nights a street orchestra played below us and it felt like I was in a movie!
I’m back, and ladies and gentleman, I have fallen madly in love.
Words can’t describe and pictures can’t capture the breathtaking beauty and charm that is Paris.
I never expected to fall for a city like I did for Paris, even though everyone told me I would, and as I sit here on my first morning back and attempt to write my first post about it words are failing me!
I have 400 pictures and yet I feel like I am missing 5,000.
So today I’ll post some, tomorrow some more and so on until I feel completed. And Friday I will do a special “what I learned about fashion and dressing in Paris” post because by just watching women walk by I feel I had a full education on French style.
I have a few things to attend to first, but I’ll be back this afternoon with my first installment.
Whenever I stop by The Selby to peek at the newest photographic adventures of Todd Selby I always have one thing on my mind “These people are so cool”. I mean, some of them appear to be kind of nuts, but in that “I could care less what you think of me” bohemian way. I covet that way of thinking sometimes because it’s so opposite to how I operate. However these two, Nicolas Malleville and Francesca Bonato, have nothing nutty about them other than their otherworldly beauty and impossibly rad lives. As I reviewed the pictures of them at their Mexican hotel/spa/perfumerie while sitting here in my paint splattered college sweats staring at the driving snow I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy (and by “twinge” I mean all consuming, raging jealousy).

Oh, and if that wasn’t enough let’s travel to the opposite end of the spectrum and visit these other cool people, Sofia and Thibault in Paris. Have you ever seen such a beautiful collecton of book spines in your life? Everything about them and this place screams “Paris” to me- even the light looks more enchanting…
all images from The Selby, work by Todd Selby.
This one comes courtesy of Gwynnie (as in Paltrow, we are on a first name basis now, being BFF and all…) and her GOOP newsletter (still hatin’ the name, sorry Gwynnie). Anyways, she listed her favorite places to stay and eat in Paris and this place, the Hotel Particulier Montmartre looked so kooky and charming and quintessentially French that I had to post the images!
How badly do I want to be sitting here right now? BADLY.




































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