In one simple — though admittedly pricey — shoe purchase American, English and German tourists could change the reputation of their entire nation.
In Paris (and Italy) what single accessory screams “I am a tourist; fashion be damned; I’ll never see these people again; I want to be comfortable?” You’ve got it: white sneakers.
(Why is it no one ever wears cute little Keds when traveling instead of those clompy things and why, oh, why are they so often accompanied by sweats or horror of horrors Bermudas? OK, I digress.)
Imagine slipping into “baskets,” as the French call them, designed by Alber Elbaz for Lanvin — now you understand the $400-ish price tag. These are satin and leather with grosgrain laces, others are combinations of suede and patent leather or shiny neon and lamé leathers. They come in divine colors and color combos and all with the girly touch of ribbons and a floppy bow to polish off the look. And just think: You could change the ribbon colors every day of the week.Wouldn’t that be fun?
As you will now realize, I’m not quite finished with my disjointed subjects that do not make a cohesive whole. But I wouldn’t want to deprive you of my news and views simply because they don’t follow a nice, smooth story line.
Alright then. Friday I was in Paris, popped into Monoprix to see what’s up (and to try to find my big cotton squares to no avail) and while cruising around the cosmetic counters a Nivea representative came up to me and said if I bought any product from the line she would give me a two Euro off coupon. All anyone has to say to me is “marked down, coupon, promotion” — I’ll buy just about anything. I ended up purchasing Volume Shine Wonder Full Plumping Gloss with Collagen Booster in some pinky, non-color kind of color called “Rosy”.
Now I take it to the car, open it up and decide to try it out — it has one of those angled plastic applicators with a tiny hole in the middle, not a brush as I had expected, but then again it was only four Euros. I squeeze, start to apply and a huge clot of the stuff squirts into my mouth. Not only was I surprised by the gook, but all of a sudden — right before my tongue became completely numb and perhaps plumped up as well for all I know — I realized the stuff has some kind of fruit flavor. I HATE fruity tasting lip products. In its defense it does seem to deliver on the plumping action, but it’s verrrry sticky and of course it’s strawberry or cherry flavored, I can’t be sure and don’t really want to know.
My husband bought me a Panama hat this weekend. I love it. I may wrap my leopard silk scarf around it, with no tails flapping of course. Then again I may leave it as is.
An after thought regarding the cover of “Femmes” with Audrey Tautou on the cover (see previous post) she’s wearing Alexander McQueen. Wouldn’t you think, since the magazine put her on the cover — even though she’s a mere 32-years-old — to kick-off the promotion of her starring role in the up-coming Chanel film they would have at least put her in Chanel? (Yes, they did on the inside, but still. . .) Are you bored with this subject yet?
And ta-da: Note cover of this week’s “Figaro Madame.” See how we’re ahead of the curve? Or on the cusp? The model is wearing a trench and a striped French marine T-shirt.