Fifi during "French Night" one of our themedSaturday night dinners during the long, rainy spring.
Sometimes when I'm having my morning coffee, reading the New York Times, and surfing my favorite blogs, I get completely swept away by fashion fantasies. How cool to live in Paris where everyone looks incredible all the time. The women are beautiful (they aren't wearing sweat pants or tennis skirts) and they are drinking coffee and/or wine. Which frankly, I'm not ashamed to say, sounds perfect. Of course I'm deeply intellectual in the fantasy as well. It's not just stylish good looks. It's brains too. Enough brains that sitting is a cafe drinking is sustainable (not sad and drunken). My children are off at their special school for small, stylish, intellectuals. Sigh! My smattering of college French doesn't enable me to interpret this site, Punky B's Fashion Diary, but I love to cruise there anyway. And I always check The Sartorialist.
Fascinating.
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