3.22.2015

pantomime

top H&M (similar) / vest COTTON ON (similar) / pants PACSUN (similar) / hat H&M (similar) / necklace PACSUN / shoes MANGO (exact) / bag KATE SPADE (similar)

Once in a blue moon, Paris blesses you with sunshine and the ability to ditch those winter coats.

At this point, I'm 100% ready for spring⎯pastel hues, floral frocks, the possability of a tan, a chance to once again wear color, you name it. Luckily for me, the gardens here in Paris are beginning to shed their wintry layers. Another indicator of printemps? The sudden craving for all things ice cream (sorbet and gelato included). Count the famed Berthillon glacier as my next destination. For a winning formula, try pistachio and camarel buerre salé (and on an Instagram-worthy cone). All I need now is permanent sunshine to seal the deal.

Much has happened since my last post. I turned twenty at Disneyland Paris, had a weekend getaway in Berlin (which, by the way, is pretty much the Brooklyn of Europe), trekked up eighty steps to the top of the Arc de Triomphe, dangerously consumed more crepes, frites, and baguette sandwiches than I can count, walked the D-Day beaches in Normandy, survived the haunting Catacombs, and dined at Hemingway's stomping grounds, (the adorably overpriced) Café de Flore. On a more blog-related note, I did purchase these dreamy white sneakers from Mango after eyeing them in Berlin.

The Adidas Stan Smiths have infiltrated the fashion crowd in Paris, and you could say I'm now an honorary victim.


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1.25.2015

paris je t'aime

coat CAROLL (similar) / sweater H&M (similar) / hat COTTON ON / bag KATE SPADE (similar) / shoes THRIFTED (similar)

Paris So Far:
Crepe Count: 4 (3 Nutella, 1 jambon et fromage)
Baguette Count: 5 and counting
Orangina Count: 2 bottles
Embarassing Attempts at Speaking French: Infinite

Greetings from abroad! These past two weeks have been a whirlwind of both old and new. Moving into my first (Parisian) apartment, spontaenous Eiffel Tower jaunts, the intellectual struggle of deciding which fromage to buy at the supermarket... the list is truly endless. 

Another new discovery? Les soldes, or sale season, in Paris. It is nearly impossible to escape these bewitching store displays, luring victims in with 50% discounts and 10 euro sweaters. Naturally, I became prey. When my aunt introduced me to Caroll, I knew there would be no escape. This is a boutique especially tailored for the Parisian essence; think clean, minimal, and most of all, sophistication. Here I was, surrounded by dreamy knits and sleek pants, overwhelmed on where to even begin. 

In the end, only one made it past the register: a camel blazer coat... and with pockets! I've been wearing this coat religiously since then, mixing it with turtlenecks and striped tees for effortless charm. I'm relieved to say my hunt for the perfect camel is finally over, and in Paris of all places! Was this coat worth one disasterous Cyber Monday order and mall sleuthing over winter break? Oui, bîen sur!

Stay tuned for new content coming soon! And in honor of this post's title.... something about Natalie Portman, Paris, and short films just feels so right. 


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