One thing I have watched sporadically is the wild output of so many people that are involved in Paris Fashion Week. With today being the last day, I will offer my take on it.
When I would arrive at my rental apartment in Paris, there was an old stack of books on the fireplace mantel, faded from the sunlight streaming in the window on those gloriously quiet afternoons and dusty from years of idle use.
Last week-end being warm I took a spin over to Santa Monica. It has always struck me as quintessentially a beach town. The blue city; blue skies, bue water, blue street signs and big Blue Bus. With an appreciation for the Modern Streamline architecture they have, there isn’t too much more that strikes me as…
. In fact in 2010, when we had a delay in Paris, I convinced my husband to leave the airport and head there for lunch. In Paris, there is both an art and a science to selecting your café of choice.
La Coupole is a world-renowned cavernous spot with Art Deco murals that practically defines the term brasserie.
Years ago, as a student, I found an intimate connection between the sensibilities of Europe and me. I also discovered that Paris is astrologically ruled by the sign of Libra governed by the planet Venus paying homage to love and beauty.