Giovanna- Always A Pleasure.

I just needed a fix of my girl crush Giovanna. It's been too long since I posted a picture of her. I love this shot because she looks so fly while everyone else in the picture looks like they should be at the mall foodcourt or something. Too harsh? I mean I always enjoy a good foodcourt. But whatever, that's not the point. The point is I need to stay away from food entirely if I ever want to wear a skin-hugging dress in burnt orange a la Ms Battaglia.

Quote for the Day.

Does he study fashion at the Sorbonne?
No, he studies french.
That's the same thing.
-Camille Dargelos

Lanvin Loves H&M

And I imagine today on les Champs-Élysées hundreds of Lanvin lovers loved H&M too. Oh how tragic that I am stuck preparing papers instead of preparing a holiday wardrobe with affordable Lanvin.

Couture Drinking.

This past weekend we visited the champagne region of France. Unfortunately, we only viewed and didn't sample from this private collection of bottles dating back to 1915.

Christmas Begins in Berlin.

I think I am still recovering from Berlin two days later. Dancing until 5am and then waking up for a flight at 7am is not highly recommended. But... if you are in Berlin for only two nights and you find yourself at an underground club in an old hydro plant with incredible DJs and multiple stages you should maximize every moment. Even if half of your party misses the flight the next day... Berlin was everything I expected it to be...gothic, grafitti covered and filled with history. Above is a Christmas window display in one of their large department stores. Doesn't really look like Macy's.

What Happens on Rue de l'Université...

My happenings there are simply weaving my way through stylish students while praying I have time for the .50 euro coffee machine before I sit in lectures and stare out  at the lavish apartments across the street. Meanwhile, glamorous people like Elena Perminova and Anna Dello Russo get to dress like this and attend events like the Vogue Masquerade Ball at probably the most lavish of these apartments- Karl Lagerfeld's. The tragedy of it all. Here I was one evening studying books no one should have to while the ultimate in couture was commencing only courtyards away. (Again, thanks Jak and Jil for the pics).

Je Veux...

I don't know how I can live a normal life knowing this vintage Balenciaga shearling aviator jacket exists somewhere in the world. The sad truth is if I had this kind of disposable income I could probably track it down. On Rue Bonaparte in the 6eme is my favourite store to stare longlingly at in Paris. It is so posh it doesn't even have a name. Between the best macaroon shop Ladurée and the Seine is where you will find this high fashion/high price tag boutique. Every time I pass it by it nearly brings me to my knees with its collection of Balenciaga and Balmain. Thanks to jakandjil.com for this pic, yet another reminder of my willingness to sacrifice my tuition for fashion house tailoring.

Sofie.

Jardins des Tuileries

Quote for the Day...

"Coffee is what you pay for before you go have sex."
-Yeah I got it from Gossip Girl, I'll admit it.
But its a little more Paris than NYC I think.

Itravestiti.

Walking home along Rue de l'Ancienne-Comédie this afternoon, Milena and I were lucky to get the chance to look at some photographs taken by Lisetta Carmi in the 1970's. In her eighties now, Carmi's book Travestiti captured all the fun, fashion, sadness, drama and day-to-day routines of the Italian transvestite community. Thank Milena for flirting with the cute guy who ran this little photography bookstore because he let us into his studio to look at a collection of Carmi's work.



A Rockstar Remembered.

Le cimetière du Père-Lachaise. Paris.