Joyeux Noël.

 Sending love to those I miss across the Atlantic. Bisous.



Lana at Christmas.

If everyone looked this striking at Christmas I think
Santa would have a lot more people on his naughty list.

Peace Out.

I know no details as to why but Carine Roitfeld, Editor in Chief of French Vogue, has quit. Minutes ago. After ten years at the helm. Where is she going? Who will replace her? Mon Dieu.
So many questions.

Happy Birthday Mommy...and Me!

December 16th, the birthday my mom and I both share. 

Here is us at our best- circa 1988. 

I wish you could make my party mom-

It's not the same without you.

From Paris with love- B

Les Arts Décoratifs.

Yesterday I visited Les Arts Décoratifs to see the exhibit: Les Années 1990-2000. Histoire Idéale de la Mode Contemporaine vol. II. While it was great, I have to say it was not as fabulous as I had hoped it would be. Maybe the nineties just sucked a bit. Of the pictures above, I definitely did not see anything as colourful or dramatic as the Dior, but instead saw a lot of neutral like the Margeila below. Also, I thought the exhibition was a bit unfocused- with a lot of pieces being from very recent collections, and not as many from the late nineties. Nonetheless, it was worth attending. Watching footage of nineties runway shows was entertaining -  I think Anna Wintour looks exactly the same now, but nobody else does. I also discovered a new-found appreciation for the designer Véronique Leroy. Anyone who can create an Irish fisherman knit bustier will impress me. Sorry no pics of that, I think security would have freaked. If only I could sketch like all the fashion students that were at the exhibit furiously scribbling in their moleskines.

Le Bague.

Miss Katie Wray can attest to how long I have searched for this ring. I think it was what I requested for my birthday last year and now here is this lady just flaunting hers on Dover St one day before my next birthday. I know what you're thinking, when did you go to Dover St? I haven't yet. But I am London-bound at the end of January so I was just perusing the British blogs. So, stealing photos really.

Musings From Tonight.

Me to Milena while bored in our apartment:
"How come we have nothing to read but fashion magazines and the Communist Manifesto?"

Quote For The Day.

"The only reason we woke up in the morning was to decide what to do that night." -Betty Catroux.

The former model and muse of YSL commenting on her lifelong friendship with the designer.

Yves Saint Laurent and Betty Catroux in Marrakesh, 1970's.

Rue de L'Université. A Dapper Gent.

I saw this gentleman yesterday walking and he looked just too smooth. The best part of his outfit I couldn't capture. He was too manly to pose for me, but he had red socks on that matched his pocket scarf. Smoking his pipe and strolling the streets, he was the picture of parisienne perfection. 

Vancouver Vintage.

 

Old-school Killarney High football jacket in Paris.

Well-played Sam.

Vanity Moment.

C'est moi at the Berlin Cathedral. So so cold. Kind of like Paris has been these last few days. But today is beautiful and sunny... too bad I am spending it at the laundromat. But honestly, I haven't done laundry since I went to Berlin...so I think it's time.

Quote for the Day.

Choose between hat and makeup,

if you wear a hat keep a fresh face

otherwise you will look like a transvestite.
-Anna Dello RussoVogue Nippon

Haute Couture. Literally.

Sometimes being a student really cuts into having a good time. But other days you get the chance to prepare a project on haute couture. The presentation is in French, which makes it a little intimidating. I am right now preparing the images that I hope will distract my class from my terrible accent tomorrow morning and I couldn't not share this one. Dior. Not sure the year...not sure the photographer...not sure it will keep attention away from my accent, but it's still stunning. Bisous et bonne nuit. B