When I first moved to Paris, I quickly found out that the real nightlife was not in the bars or in the clubs but in the Parisian apartments. House parties. House parties galore. I wasn’t sure at first how I was going to get invited to one, but sure enough, if you break away from…
A London friend emailed me an article this morning about tourists visiting the French capital, specifically Japanese, who fall prey to what is known as the ‘Paris syndrome’. Around a million Japanese travel here every year (yeesh), many expecting the fairytale vacation they once saw in a Woody Allen movie. But an average of up…
As a result of an evil faculty conspiracy within the sports department, I never made it onto the Varsity tennis team in high school. Being the true sportswoman I am however, I graciously accepted my place on the Junior Varsity (and then dropped out a week later thinking, screw this sh**). Anyhoo, tennis season is…
… and pretending like you really give a – okay okay fine, some people do, I get it. But instead of browsing dead people’s art (hope I’m not coming across as insensitive to the art world or anything), why not take advantage of the fact that hey, you’re alive, and probably capable of being creative…
As you may know by now, I’m that slightly annoying chick, constantly searching for the quirkier side of life... Camp Kerala began its tent-pitching days at the Glastonbury festival as a 5 star chic alternative to being knee-deep in filth for an entire weekend (sorry Glasto-goers but you know it’s true). From Italian mattresses to…
Nope, sorry, I refuse to stop imagining that I live in the sixties. Let me introduce my style icons du jour who will be getting us in the mood for summer vacation today… That’s right. Be one with nature. Until the soles of your feet could light a match. ::: If you can’t find a…
I know I go on a lot about Brigitte Bardot and Jane Birkin– if I’m not attempting something feminine and Bardot-iste one day, I’m probably alternating in something boyish and Birkin-esque instead. It has occurred to me however, that living in France, I’m teetering very close to the edge of sounding cliché if I can’t come…
