Cream-colored limestone buildings tinged with time and former glory, hard-working cafés signaling the beginning of a day, kiosks dotted on the streets brimming with newspapers and magazines, secret gardens peeked through half-open weighty doors, sky defining the color “sky blue,” red hot lips on otherwise makeup-free face, messy updo that reminds of wild grass, a glass of champagne in the early evening that sparks up intense conversation, a dress hemming along the breeze, gazing at heels with respect, a stack of bracelets bouncing on the wrist, the air perfect for faded pink and navy, women who never miss the essence of ‘classic’ and exalt chic with their unique style and not with trends.
Cutting to the chase, I shout Paris. Always. Where my memories linger and my friends appreciate me. Instead of counting pounds their aesthetics place more value on the silhouette of body and effortlessness. Rather than following a certain rule, they seek harmony. Parisiennes’ grace does not make sounds. Taste is quiet. J’adore Paris.
*Main Image: The Palais Galliera, Museum of Fashion in Paris.
Baron Oh’s apricot lace skirt won’t be too dressy for days. Matching it with sneakers “dresses it down.” Sneakers by Spring Court.
Peach-colored blouse that would easily blend in with Paris’ limestone buildings was found at a neighborhood boutique when I was living in China.
“ Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant. ” – Honoré de Balzac –