Black Pearl |Un Petite Rendezvous Avec Paris |

I needed an edit. I needed inspiration. I craved a change of atmosphere. I needed to be drowned by love. I needed a trip to Paris.

A long weekend spent luxuriating in fashion, art, and food; doing absolutely nothing, and open for everything. Making new friends, drinking Côte du Rhone, and discovering neighborhoods never explored. The weekend gave me everything I needed…

With Love,

FACEMAID

Champagne???

Champagne???

…Laruicci Showroom…. www.laruicci.com

…Laruicci Showroom….
www.laruicci.com

…Accoutrements… Lingerie: Witchery Shoe: Dolce & Gabbana

…Accoutrements…
Lingerie: Witchery
Shoe: Dolce & Gabbana

…Mood… Confetti Dance Mural!!

…Mood…
Confetti Dance Mural!!

I Spy Chanel...

…I Spy Chanel…

Standing at Fashion Heaven's Door with @firstclassbelongings

Standing at Fashion Heaven’s Door with @firstclassbelongings.

…Hold On, To Love...

…Hold On, To Love…

...Black Pearl...

…Black Pearl…

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Bay • Bae | She is San Francisco

She is everyone’s ‘Swipe Right.’ The attraction to her is instant. With an easy, relaxed energy, her minimalism negates any hint of arrogance. Her architecture draws you in with its charm. The hills and curves of her streets help balance brains and beauty; but her Silicone is cerebral. She is innovative, and artistic; cultured in cuisine, a master of Mandarin: the total package. If you want to court her, it will cost you. Fitting, when one harbors one of the seven wonders.

She is amorous, often leaving love notes scattered about like emoji hearts, reminding you to show love, to share love, to make love… And in between lovers, she is the best friend that feeds you after a breakup, whispering, ‘Rest here, reset here, control alt delete, then repeat love, here…’

Like hazy grey skies with rays of sunshine fighting their way through the fog, her style is ‘street smarts –meets- Celine.’ She puts a little cool on the classics. I tempered her crispness with neutral layers of taupe against bold lips, mimicking her shades of gray, and graffiti.

On our last day hanging out she initiated a dare. Wanting to impress her, I braved an internal battle, facing my fear of heights, and bridges, crossing her illustrious Golden Gate, to euphoria. But yeah, do not be fooled by her finesse; there are piercings and body art under her Bottega. And she keeps an island just off her bay…

High on Hill,

Facemaid

…Charming...

…Charming…

'…Love waits there...'

‘…Love waits there…’

'…Hanging on a Cable Car...'

‘…Hanging on a Cable Car…’

...Fifty Shades...

…Fifty Shades…

Love, is  this way...

Love, is this way…

'…Morning fog may chill the air...'

‘…Morning fog may chill the air…’

'…A western street, with eastern manners...'

‘…A western street, with eastern manners…’

…The stimulation of Chinatown...

…The stimulation of Chinatown…

…Call me Dumplin...

…Call me Dumplin…

…Fear-less...

…Fear-less…

…{un} Wireless...

…{un} Wireless…

'…Little cable cars climb halfway to the stars...'

‘…Little cable cars climb halfway to the stars…’

'…I left my heart in San Francisco...'

‘…I left my heart in San Francisco…’

…Euphoria...

…Euphoria…

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…A Love Supreme|Part Une…

…And my heart knew

The impact of Paris on me was immediate, and permanent. An unknown, unrecognizable feeling of richness…like being dipped in gold and drizzled with butter. The beauty in the details of all that is beautiful…architecture, cuisine, language, art, fashion… It made me want more, of less.

Richard Wright once said, ‘The effect of Paris is deep. Paris does something to one and what it does is good.’

It inspires chic, embraces glamour, appreciates grandeur…  I often style myself in neutral palettes…in dress and beauty…layers of white, taupe, noir…in an effort to not compete with the allure of the city…

Mmmmm… Alluring it is!!  The City of Lights, and its romantic splendor. Where the simple hope of love lingers with each turn of a corner. On a solo trip last year,  I found the common denominator of every conversation I had, was love…finding it, losing it, making it, sharing it…

If Paris were a woman, she would be enchantingly beautiful; one could not help but stare at her.  Her temperament, laced with peeks of sun, followed by moments of rain…seductive and coy, she would embrace and reject you in a fleeting moment, and still, love would remain.

 

A Love Supreme.

Mesmerized by Versailles...

Mesmerized by Versailles…

...Behind every door...

…Behind every door…

…Have A Seat...

…Have A Seat…

…French finds at the Paris Flea...

…French finds at the Paris Flea…

...Baby, In The Corner… Dress: Haute Hippie Shoe:  Tania Spinelli

…Baby, In The Corner…
Dress: Haute Hippie
Shoe: Tania Spinelli

The sexiness that is the lounge at Maison Atheneé...

The sexiness that is the lounge at Maison Atheneé…

…Oppulence, courtesy of Versailles...

…Oppulence, courtesy of Versailles…

…She's such a flirt...

…She’s such a flirt…

 

 

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