Our Paris balcony was too heavenly for words. Where I’d drink my coffee in the morning in my PJs, yet still the absolute best place to watch the fireworks on Bastille Day. Each spark lighting up Rue de Tremoille at night like a street lamp. After days of traveling, all I could think of wearing was the softest tee I packed, and extra flared flares. Good enough to go out late into the night, and crash into bed with early the next morning. BON VOYAGE, so they’d say on Air France! I loved our flight…leaning on Jordan and honestly not really wanting our European adventures to end. Watching countless movies the whole 8 hours home. But I’m back in NY, and I’m quite happy to be back. There hasn’t yet been a dull moment…everyone’s constantly on the move, never really stopping, there’s always more and more to see and do! It seems every designer I know or who have worked with is in town for these two weeks…dinners start and end later and later, filled with laughter and wine…yet in the back of my mind, I know I should be going to bed. Anyways, I’ve gone from city to city to city, and I think one relaxing Sunday out by the beach is calling my name! Paris, I do still miss you…and I love how I always feel like I’m looking through rose-tinted sunglasses…especially in these photos…that pink hue I always talk about, taking over the frame. I’ve got many more little stories to tell. Au Revoir!