My Mom loves white, she loves long hallways of hardwood floor…our LA home is seriously, this beautiful place perfected by my two parent’s wild imagination. With plush white pillows as an added touch, I always laugh at my parents for paying so close attention to all the little things they’ve filled our home with. Here I am in our living room…a place where I rarely find time to sit in. My one week back home went by too quickly. I packed loads of clothes, but ended up wearing denim cut-offs, a tee, and crochet cardigan on my few days off. It was just too darn hot! Oh, and found myself biking around my neighborhood in some canvas sneakers. I came home in NYC and found in my boyfriend’s closet, almost the exact same pair. I guess we’ll be matching on those days we both want to feel extra comfy. They’re Timberland, and pretty sick, ya know, next to the classic yellow work boot I’m trying to get my hands on. Anyways, I’m excited to be shooting once again with Timberland this coming week before I’m off to the west coast. So many new adventures on the way.
It was that one morning in Paris that I picked the first thing coming out of my overflowing suitcase. Nearing the end of our European adventures, I had shirts lying messily on the couch…jackets on the edge of the bed…socks under a chair. I ended up with a classic Paul & Joe denim shirt, and one of my go-to high wasited denim jeans. Simple, but of course, with a pop of silver metallic brogues. I was extremely excited this morning. To bring my boyfriend to one of my all time favorite spots in Paris: the romantic and breath-takingly beautiful Montmarte. He was mesmerized…and immediately called it his favorite place in Paris, and that he’d “move here in a heart beat.” So worth the confusing Metro transfers. Between buying fresh cheesecake on the street corner, and plopping down to eat our take-out on the steps of an alleyway, we realized we’ll always leave a part of our hearts in Pareeee. This place where you can eat your heart out and just enjoy life. I followed my GPS to the top of the La Basilique du Sacré Coeur, and it took us a completely backwards route…allowing us to explore the hidden back streets. It was an intense hike up. I was losing breath under the hot sun, feeling lucky I had on a woven hat to shade me. Looking down from the church is what it’s all about. The crisp air, the sky so clear…the harp playing as you can see all of the city. We didn’t want to leave Montmarte and actually found ourselves sitting by the train on a bench for an hour before leaving, waiting for a guitarist on the side of the road to begin playing. We eventually took the Metro to the Luxembourg Gardens. A magical park where kids were playing, pony-rides were taken, and where I could spend hours watching the boys toss their silver balls during endless Sunday games of Bocce. This may have been the last day of our trip…I don’t really remember. But I do remember how exhausted yet happy I was. Till next time Paris.
This little dress is literally like a wetsuit. It fits like a glove, and I can dive into the ocean with it on, and it’d still stay perfectly wrapped to my body. Worn over my swimmy during my one day in Laguna, I loved the freedom of feeling the sand and ocean breeze on my skin. I just went directly into the ocean just to get that beach sea salt effect all over my hair…before massaging my toes in between the sand and the water. I was toting this little vintage CHANEL bag along the way and it is my all time favorite. Founded by my Mum over in Los Angeles, it’s a gem, and of the sofest leather. I can’t wait to take it out again here in the city. For now, I’ll be California dreaming…as I’m getting more and more in the NYC groove. Oh, and can you say Fashion Week?! Lots of exciting things coming your way soon!