I’m finally onto the last day of PFW, and it’s certainly time to keep things a bit more simple before boarding my next flight. A clean, fresh striped shirt… jeans that hug in all the right places…and amazing suede booties. But something’s missing. Yes, a beret. A French staple. This past winter I’ve traded in my Russian hats and fluffy beanies for a classic beret. Easy, and oh, so chic. The key to Parisian style is making jeans, a beret, and shirt feel elegant. Especially for lunch at the extra elegant hotel, The Peninsula. But it wasn’t before long I hit the Parisian streets only to get stuck in the rain, without a map. I had to stop a Parisian to ask where on Earth I can turn to walk to the Tour de Eiffel. He showed me where, and recommended to take a second route…”the chic side of the street.” Perfect.
My Sandro Paris shoot continues! We certainly brought the heat to PFW. I’m obsessed with the flame accents in the latest S/S ’17 collection…have you seen the matching trainers yet?! It’s all just too good. Here I am in Montmarte, just steps from the stunning Sacre Coeur. I could sit at the top and stare down along the sunset forever. It’s one of the most magical spots in all of Paree. Be sure to stop for a delicious nutella crepe along these hilly streets and get your portrait drawn. It’s hard to avoid all the attention within the tourist trap in these striking gold boots. I think it’s about time I’ll slip away for a cappuccino now…
There really isn’t a bad view in Paris. I began every day and end every night looking out upon the beautiful Parisian streets…completely starry-eyed. Paris is even more romantic in the rain. Rainy days call for untucked layers and soft, oversize denim. French style is always a bit undone. Mess up your hair. Never leave your fringe too even. Smudge up your kohl black eyeliner. Go a size up in your outerwear. Speaking of which, Sando Paris has created the most perfect star denim jacket. I love it’s 90’s fit and paired it with a little something sporty. A striped boyish shirt and slouchy jogging trousers. My Lou bag always the ties it all together. The amazing thing about Sandro Paris is their special attention to detail with every single piece. Always a subtle mix of masculine and feminine. It’s true the French are best at “chic.”
I spent my afternoon in Le Marais, exploring the familiar streets I know and love. I love getting lost in it’s corners…somehow I always find myself curled up in a little bookstore, getting an espresso at La Favorite, or at my go-to dinner spot, Au Petit Thai, late into the night. It’s the neighborhood of Paris that reminds me most of NYC. The amazing vintage shops. The youthful energy. The diversity when it comes to food and fashion. No trip in Paris is complete without a true Le Marais adventure.
I’m finally getting to our last day in Paris. What felt like ages ago. Just before heading to the airport, we stumbled upon the Les Colonnes De Buren in the inner courtyard of the Palais Royal, an art installation from 1985. Hopping from stone to stone, and getting dizzy just looking at it. Especially after the hangover that comes with a true Parisian night out by the canal. Sipping on Jamaican cocktails, stumbling out the bar, just to find that the pot-head pickpocketer snatched your friend’s phone from her purse. Don’t stay out too late chicas, you never know what will happen! So to complete our French excursion, we had one last meal. Not the baguettes from the corner bakery, nor the delicious Vietnamese pho from Les Marais that I still crave, but a quick pit stop at H.A.N.D.S for a traditional American breakfast. Yes it means “Have a Nice Day.” Eggs, bacon, and toast. I guess we really are all American girls.