This article started from an imaginary situation, in which I was wondering if I were to choose just French brands for clothing, what pieces I would buy and from what brands?
Winter is challenging, both psychologically and physically. There are endless days of rain and freezing cold. I personally feel a lack of sun and light, and fresh air, since we are followed everywhere these days by the mask rule ...
The past few days I’ve been enjoying a slower rhythm of life: some time with friends and the empty and rainy streets of Paris. I’ve also been particularly enjoying American author, Fran Lebowitz, in the series Pretend It's a City, biographical documentary created in collaboration with filmmaker Martin Scorsese. The series captivates―not only with her wit and way with words―but with the bond between her and Scorsese, talking and laughing together on the streets of New York. And I’ve also become very fond of her style and endlessly inspired by it, especially by her choice of her blazers.
EVEN AS WE SPEAK, there is talk here in the UK, that the three families from the same social bubble that are allowed to mix over what has become known as the five days of Christmas, is too risky.
These two weeks at work, I’ve been paying attention to what people are shopping for, for Christmas, and there is a certain common that is running through everyone's purchases: cosiness ...
IT ALL BEGAN a month ago, when someone we knew sadly lost her husband suddenly. We wanted to send flowers, of course, so I found myself searching online for florists that would deliver in her area and would not disappoint. I'd been here before, searching the internet for flowers to say thank you, only to find out later that the bouquet that arrived didn't look anything like the photo ...
I am often asked what kind of style I prefer when doing personal styling for men. And the truth is I don’t know. I could call it a mix of sporty and office, or what the French call habillé mais décontracté.
IT TOOK THREE separate home deliveries of puffy winter coats to finally find the right one and it was of course, the warmest one I could find, for it looks like it might be a very long cold winter. The final selection, was not, however, a quilted one, as the quilted one I really liked was forever out of stock ...
These past few days I walked into the November sunset, into a marvelous light that bewitches, for Paris has a certain energy, an energy that feels like being plugged in to electricity. Here, you don’t have to go to a special place to find beauty. Look around wherever you are and you will see it: the parcs; the libraries and museums—but mostly on the streets.
RECENTLY ORDERED A new chunky cable knit sweater and it's the warmest, cosiest thing. In fact, if it were not for cosy jumpers and crackling cottage fires, autumn would be nearly unbearable with its damp, cloudy days, bare branches after all the leaves have fallen, and inevitable end in winter ...
These days I am more aware of the time passing by than I have ever been before. I had the impression that yesterday was Monday, but it’s already the end of the week, and time is so fleeting. The only constant these days is how much time I have been devoting to taking care of myself. It has become part of the routine to mask and to take the time to apply all the creams and serums ...
Little did I know about the versatility of a long puffer jacket but I can declare this is a true winter staple. I always thought it a cosy piece, but had a hard time styling it in a street-style context.
LIKE THE SWEATER VEST (or grandpa trend), the last Mini Trend we featured, the knit or sweater dress is perfect for autumn days. Whether with a crew neck or roll neck, worn belted or loose, it's simple and chic and cosy all at once. Here are a few of our favourites...
Walking around the glamorous and chic corners of Bon Marché, I came across two mannequins styled with knitted sweater vests, while salesperson was dressing, at the exact moment that I was passing by, another mannequin with a cream knitted vest over a striped shirt.
It’s funny how it happens every year at exactly the same time: the moment the autumnal equinox occurs, instantly the temperatures drop and the rain takes over the city. There's a slow pace in Paris now, the parks are empty and peaceful, the golden light is fleeting.
