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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

french invasion

"Save the Beatrice" t-shirts no longer necessaryPaul and André
(photos from purple diary)


Everyone's favorite Parisian graffiti artist and resident "it boy" André is once again bringing the French "je ne sais quoi" to New York. After the much publicized closing of his old hot spot, the Beatrice Inn, a new lease has finally been signed in Chinatown at the former Yello Karaoke Bar. No word yet on if old Beatrice partner Mr. Sevigny is involved, but apparently the new club will be an expansion of the Le Baron family. As an André devotee and Baron regular I'm excited at the prospect of not having to cross the ocean for my strawberry smoothies once I return stateside. No details yet on an opening date. My money is on June. Hold your breath hipsters.

Monday, April 26, 2010

float on


I miss snuggling in my old Montreal bed. White and light as a cloud, it's my favorite place to be.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Friday, April 23, 2010

spring break


Nothing to do but have fun.

Sadly bunny is leaving for NY demain.

Miss you already.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Why not?


*Stay out all night with your best friends
*Read poetry on Pont des Arts
*Sip cocktails in the Costes courtyard
*Leave the crackberry at home
*Ditch a boring class for a fabulous lunch date
*Swap your dark polish for something bright and cheerful
*Ignore the library and work in Jardin Luxembourg instead
*Don a fabulous party frock during daytime
*Spend an afternoon alone at an expo
*Trade your boots for adorable sandals
*Window shop on St. Honore
*Do nothing, because it feels sooooo good

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

for breakfast lunch and dinner



I seem to be having uncontrollable food cravings these days.

All I can think about is fruit filled pancakes, preferably from Beauty's

Alright Montreal I miss you a little......

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

minty


Summer = cute shoes

supermardi



Class ended early ce soir so I set up camp in Tuilerie gardens to read and catch the last few hours of sunshine. The good weather is making me positively giddy.

meow



Miu Miu from Jak and Jil

Monday, April 19, 2010

biblical proportions


Not that I'm religious or anything, but I just can't take my eyes off this amazing clutch.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

+19 and sunny



Me and my darlings are spending the entire day at Parc des Buttes Chaumont, reading the day away in the sunshine. Happy Sunday!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

upgrade


Kong is a beautiful restaurant on top of the Kenzo building right by the Pont Neuf. Made famous by its appearance on Sex and the City, it maintains its popularity among trendy Parisians and wealthy tourists. Alright it's a little ostentatious, but I love the kitschy decor and the udon noodles. Now that the weather has warmed up the restaurant has added a semi-terrace to their top floor. A gorgeous bar sans roof, with a roaring fireplace and heated chandeliers to keep you cozy. Order some of the delicious appetizers to nibble on while you sip your Bellini, and enjoy the view.


Kong
1, rue du Pont Neuf 75001 Paris
01 40 39 09 00

Friday, April 16, 2010

treats


The only thing that would make this beautiful day even better. Cupcakes in Paris are terrible (clearly a North American concept they have yet to master) and I don't have an oven.


Where is Magnolia Bakery when you need it?

house of ralph


When I was in prep school I - like every other student - developed a mad obsession with Ralph Lauren. I owned the classic polo in practically every color. Now that I'm a little older my fixation is more on the perfectly cut blazers then sportswear, but I digress....

This week Ralph Lauren finally unveiled their new mansion on St. Germain and it is gorgeous beyond belief; Americana classic meets Versailles opulence.

French and American Voguettes have already been spotted checking out the new digs. The store is rapidly becoming the new place to see and be seen. On the 26th fashionistas will start clamouring for a table at Ralph's, their new gourmet restaurant. I can't wait.

It happens to be right around the corner from Sci Po, so I intend on being first in line for the 30 euro hamburger.


Thursday, April 15, 2010

French Kiss


Meeting new acquaintances is always a social mind field full of potential faux pases. Most people are at least mildly inhibited when it comes to first greetings. Do you hug? Shake hands? Do the casual upward head tilt of acknowledgment? But fear not, awkward turtle, for if you move to France you will discover that the French have managed to find away around that potentially uncomfortable first encounter, with what is affectionately referred to as bisous: a swift touching of checks accompanied by an artificial kissing sound.

It doesn't matter who they are or how well you know them, when you enter or exit a social gathering, it is customary to greet your arrival or announce your departure with this French custom. It removes a lot of the ambiguity, at least for women. (For men there's a whole other set of rules about handshake vs. kiss that i am not even going to attempt engage with).

This custom is not without pitfalls. Most of the time in Paris two quick pecks on the cheek will suffice, but once you leave the metropolitan area all bets are off. 3 in some region, 4 in others, really who can keep it straight??? Have you ever tried to kiss everyone around a communal village dinner table 4 times each?! Well I have, and it's tedious. By the time you're done, not only has your food arrived but everyone is already polishing off dessert.

On the upshot, you can say more with your bisous then you probably ever thought possible. Americans always think this greeting as a sign of stereotypical french sexuality, but that really isn't so. The majority of the time it's a truly banal and prudish practice that holds about as much sexual tension as a kiss from your grandmother. However, on the odd chance that you do encounter anyone worthy of a more then friendly greeting, you can simply extend the gesture discretely. Linger, pause, smile. Bon courage!

bise

california envy


Everyone and their mom is at Coachella.

asdflaskdjfakls so jealous

best line up ever

have fun bunnies!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

bliss

There is truly nothing better then Paris in springtime. All over the city the trees are blossoming, the flowers are slowly opening, and sheer pink cherry blossom petals are scattered everywhere. Even though the Parisians are still dressed for a blizzard I spent the entire weekend in bare legs, like the proud Canadian I am.


Tuesday, April 13, 2010

traditionalist


Since I moved to Paris I've been to my fair share of Parisian house parties, but last Saturday I attended a fête that pretty much confirmed what I knew all along: Parisians always keep it classy. When north americans throw a house party you'll be fortunate if someone puts out a bowl of stale pretzels for you to snack on in between keg stands. A Parisian house party comes with strawberries, champagne, and a strict formal dress code. The party was being thrown by one of my fabulous friends at Sci Po. Her uncle (who happens to be an extremely famous journalist and author) volunteered his opulent apartment for the soiree. Decorated in the neo-baroque tradition it was the perfect venue for the "new romanticism" theme. Girls in corsets, men in ascot and furs, I felt like I was in a Jane Austin novel.

Top hats are due for a comeback.

You heard it here first.

Monday, April 12, 2010

spotted


Hier soir darling and I experienced hip hop revival at Baron.

Biggie on the speakers and Ms. Moss behind the tables.

Don't you just love Sundays?



Sunday, April 11, 2010

bombshell

so tempted to dye my locks this color.

oui? non?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

like u 2

the Ed Banger babes of Jamaica (formerly PONEY PONEY) are playing tonight at Regine.

Be there.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

cold sweat

girl is stressed

It's so interesting that people get so nervous doing their Sciences Po exposes. I've seen people get physically sick when it's their time to present. 10 minutes of public speaking is not that bad especially when you consider 95% of the class are probably more interested in stalking their middle school classmates on facebook then listening to your presentation. I just gave an expose for my Vichy French class and I'm absolutely positive that the proff was the only person who was mildly interested. Not that I can blame them, the underground resistance and political shift of Francois Mitterand doesn't exactly make for riveting subject matter. No judgment.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

live from?

McGill registration is tomorrow and it's shifted me into full-scale panic mode. Regardless of what I end up doing this summer, come September, I will be obliged to return to Montreal and resume proper academic pursuits. 400 level seminars, -30 degree winters, and all nighters in Redpath. The only thing I’m looking forward to is reuniting with all the people I was forced to do without this year.

Missed you Montreal babes!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

brights



ohhh the 60's



After a weekend of museuming and sample saling, I'm spending a lazy Sunday afternoon eating easter chocolate and watching old episodes of Mad Men. I would love to go back to a time of men in suits, Cadillacs, and inappropriate office drinking. There is something undeniably kitschy yet glamorous about the 1960's. Part of me would have loved to grow up as Sally Draper, mixing drinks for the parents at cocktail hour. Too many years of all girls prep school and my independent inclinations are still repressed at the thought of full skirts and a life of leisure.

I'm pretty sure my feminist forbearers are rolling over in their graves right now.

apocalypse now


It's hailing in Paris.

There is no way I am leaving my apartment today......

Well.....

Maybe for dinner at Chez Janou.

Happy bunny day

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