Thunderbolt | Coup de Tonnerre

A night in the Marais filled with awful instrumentals that somehow still sounded so sexy, and laughter at idiosyncrasies, complimented by a smile as bright as a million moons; with perfect attention paid to every detail. Whispering in French, English, and Frenglish, while trading stories of wander and wonder of who we would be if we weren’t who we are, what ifs, what’s next and what feels right. It was one of those perfect Parisian nights ended by obligation, leaving behind a mental memento of the power of a mind or soul or body’s connection to another; indeed, magic, and the ultimate facemaidcapade.

Ouais, c’est magique…

FACEMAID

Le 153 Bar- Paris

Le 153 Bar- Paris

Bisous

Bisous

Mementos...

Mementos…

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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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…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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