Au Bout de Souffle

my favorite French film

je t'aime je t'aime

If I were in Paris today

6 impossible things I would be doing in my favorite city:

I would go shopping for something girly at Nadine Delepine

Meet all my old friends for steak tartar at Et Une Fourmi...

Take a stroll around the Jardin des Poetes and read all the plaques

Wander through the streets of St Germaine and look for old memories

Have an apple sundae at Angelina's

Sip rosé  on the Champs de Mars

Bonus:  of course get lost all afternoon in the Centre Pompidou

Winter 2010 flashback

where's wally.

Just watched W.E.and was pleasantly surprised! Wally has put a spring in my style step!

Paris Me Manque Toujours....

Mina Tindle

Before I left Paris, I had the chance to see Mina Tindle play live, and it was quite the treat. Her new EP just landed in the U.S. today, and here's the first video. It's so French and happy!

"You live in a fancy apartment off the boulevard St Michel where you keep your Rolling Stones records"

Only francophiles could love such a terrible song...
and therefore I adore it.

Springtime in Paris

Having to stay inside and do work while it's so gorgeous outside is quite difficult, so for now I will live vicariously through this lovely image.

today's inspiration

via. 

shoe-in

spotted in belleville: 

two fabulous primary colors on a school for little girls

already?

countdown.

today's inspiration

Republique: a home for two weeks

today's inspiration

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new  (ee cummings)

today's inspiration

In New Orleans I ended almost every day with a bubble bath with George McFuzzypants pawing at the suds and This American Life or an audio book playing. 


Glorious. Would love that right now to put off the chill in Paris. 

today's inspiration

The only time I've seen real snow was in New York. It started with flurries in Paris yesterday- will it be a white Christmas?

today's inspiration

Barcelona for Auberge Espagnole Thanksgiving. 

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today's inspiration

"When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings."

-Elizabeth Gilbert

her name was Dot

My little Parisian pied-a-terre used to belong to a woman named Dot. In fact, I think it still does. Dot is not on Earth anymore, technically, but I think she has yet to leave her little home. 

She had many properties- maybe Paris was her favorite? I read some letters from her friends and they were often reassuring: "Its ok, Dot. You are moving on to new things." and "You have excellent taste in art and friends- you have collected a great deal of both." 

She was a traveler and an artist. She was one of our clients, so I looked up her file...

In the inventory for her other Paris home, her belongings read like poetry. And "under the bed" is the best random listing of luxuries I could imagine.

Under the bed:

2 suitcases

3 good long dresses
1 sari

long gloves

various silk stoles

2 old sari dresses

red hotelplan bag with winter mittens, earmuffs, and hiking stockings

gloves: white beige, black satin, purple, summer

beaver fur coat

And my favorite listing from her closet:

scarves- dozens. 

She's not a bad flatmate at all. Who wants to drink coffee alone anyway?