HELLO FROM PARIS : two days ago, spontaneously booked another flight to Paris, boarding the plane early this morning; and at this very moment, writing to you from a hotel room, the windows flung open to the wrought iron of the Juliet balcony and the sounds of the street below.
IT IS A BLUSTERY SUNDAY and coloured leaves are whirling, dancing along the window panes and it’s cosy here, the scent of sandalwood and candlelight, and here, a few images of inspiration — of oysters and sequinned skirts and pretty fonts and watercolours, macarons and le weekend de chanel . . .