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My Interior

As I recently moved to a new apartment, I finally managed to unpack a few things (friends have complained that I was so slow and that it’s been a month… eeh they aren’t wrong but I know they are just looking forward to the house warming party over here). I love to have a personal touch in my home; let it be old pictures of my family trips or something I found during my travels. I’d love to visit India someday and be able to bring a beautiful colorful rug or an exotic lantern because I feel that my place is missing a little ‘more global’ flavor and plus it’s a good excuse for going to Asia in any case.

From top to bottom: a photo taken in 1999 of our first time west coast road trip with my family in an awful green chevy van| random APC postcard I always seem to get in the mail (hmm maybe because I’ve been spending all my money there)| my dear grandma in the 70’s, a master in classical dressing pairing a white sleeveless shirt, navy cropped trousers, a pair of black loafers with tiny gold hardware before Gucci made tons of profits and most importantly her boyish short haircut I totally adore. I really miss her!| another west coast road trip photo taken by my sister inside that earlier mentioned ugly green van (why am I hating so much on this car when it actually was a comfy van?!)| a photo of me taken by my mom in Montpelier. I must have been 3 years old wearing her designed clothing (she used to have a blast making clothes for me) and being me again- mischievous :p| a marque page from Parisian Chic book (what is the word in English?!).

On the other photo, I have the industrial style lamp in brass piping from Maison Aimable in Paris. Yes I was being me again- stubborn to get it from the shop, walk all around in Paris and have random strangers keep it or hold it for me, then have the airport ship it to the US at astronomical cost and almost missing my flight. But what can I say? I just must have that lamp and it didn’t matter how. Then, I had to do a little brico to get a support for it. I pierced through the table because why not then screw the lamp stand in it and change the French plug to an American one. In either case, a finishing touch was my most favorite thing ever… the Edison light bulb haaa… It makes everything so much better in life! So I’m still working on the deco here and it’s taking longer than forever but as soon as I make progress I’ll show you 🙂 Bisous!

PS: Yes to the friends, we shall have a party here with the swan & the donut but let’s just wait til’ the sun decides to show up again so we can all head to the pool ok?! Best pool party like me with this and this 😀

Parisian Chic

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Being a French expat in the U.S. for a very long time now gave me some retrospectives of what the concept of Parisian Chic may be and the reasons why foreigners are so drawn into it. I didn’t get why it has become such a celebrated perception until my recent frequent trips to Europe made me realized a thing or two about me…

1. Attempts to conceal my French accent will always be a miserable failure so I have just given up all at once (dammit I actually dreamed that I someday would become a ‘real’ American accent-free but that’s never gonna happen for me because the more I go back home the worst the accent gets to my disappointment and well also I’m too French to be polite …)
2. Ok so we gather that no one needs to get that accent to be a Parisian Chic. In fact, Inès de la Fressange, author of Parisian Chic book who is from St Tropez said that ‘you don’t need to be born in Paris to have Parisian style’ then what is Parisian Chic? How do we recognize her from afar? Continue Reading “Parisian Chic”

Ma Petite Robe Noire

Let’s have a sartorial talk today, would you mind? I’d like to dissertate on the iconic classic little black dress (LBD). In my opinion the LBD is not just a garment in a woman’s closet; it’s a concept that embodies the epitome of elegance (and sexy). It’s universal and there is one perfect for everyone hanging on the clothes rack in every boutiques around the world. No matter the situation, the season, the weather, the country, the lover (? Haha)… We all know the little black dress is there to rescue us from a disastrously irritating  known phenomenon of you know ‘I’ve got nothing to wear today!’ Everyone wears hers differently; short, backless, trimmed in lace, or even in a simple and forever elegant wrap dress version. The LBD may grant a multitude of style facets but remains our wardrobe’s best friend with the result of being sartorially on point effortlessly.

You can’t go wrong when you wear it. I wear mine without adornment with the aim to create a clean and sophisticated silhouette. In fact, I consider ma petite robe noir like a blank convas on which I can have fun by creating different looks by paring it with for example… (having my mind focus on summer days only ahhh, let’s skip spring shall we?! And huh apparently this girl who is writing this is totally sicken by this insane cold weather) So, I was going to pair my dress with a crisp panama hat, a pair of simple flat sandals, and tote around a straw basket bag and fill it in with beach worthy items. I am thinking all haste already of leisuring my day at the beach with my ‘Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie’ bikini underneath. Go for a nice swim, get on a relaxing tanning program, then as the sun sets, I’ll remove the swimwear and wear the dress only with a paring black pump and a small evening clutch for a romantic date. Ouh la la… Primary objective: SEDUCTION! By choosing mine short with a semi fitted cut accentuating the curves but also having mastered my favorite French seductive game of reveal/conceal styling approach, I can only score bonus points with the beau on flattering impressions 😉 The secret to this essential look is accomplished by simplicity, simplicity, and simplicity.. Plus a healthy dose of elegance evidently! Continue Reading “Ma Petite Robe Noire”

Vive l’Amour

Hi everyone! I am euphoric to write my first post here.

Are you celebrating love this month? I am hearing yes? Ok, so today let’s talk about l’amour ahhh. But firstly, what is love? Does anyone know? Please don’t laugh I’m serious… because I was asked this philosophical-hard-to-answer-question the other day. And here was my attempted answer well… love is when Arjen cares for me when I don’t feel well (also when I feel well hmm anywho). My friend surprised by my unexpected response replied… that’s what any good friends would do and then proceeded with another question: then what is the difference between a friend and a lover? Hmmm I started scratching my head and got my mind a bit fuzzy and I blame the margaritas. When a situation like this arises there is really only one smart thing to do…. Continue Reading “Vive l’Amour”