Tomorrow and Friday I’ll show you the last of your navy blue outfits and what you bought on your virtual visit to Paris. You really, really did go wild in your purchases. You are going to have to jump on your suitcase to squeeze everything in and then you will be obliged to redefine the concept of layer dressing, i.e. you will have to wear many, many layers of what will not fit into your carry-on, your over-sized handbag and your valise.
For convenience and easy reading, I’ll use the classic sub-head technique to break-up the news:
Kim Comes to Paris
|Kim cinched into a Balmain vest.|
As you know she comes to Paris frequently. She sits front row center at all the fashion shows, she shops, shops, shops here and, according to the adorable young woman who washes my hair at my favorite hair salon, “Girls my age just love her.”
Really? Who knew?
It must be true because she is on the cover of this week’s French Elle in all her blonde glory.
The article describes Kim Kardashian as a sort of political subversive in the way she has captured the imagination of the world. Since it takes me three times as long to read an article in French, and this was a multi-page piece, I didn’t read the whole thing.
I knew you would want to hear about this.
Sharon Stone Also Came to Paris
|Imagine Sharon Stone sauntering to “All About the Bass” and you get the picture. . .|
In ads for Afflelou, purveyor of eyeglasses, the actress, 56, sashays/struts down the galleries of the Palais Royal as if she were on a runway. She shakes her hips and twirls around to the rhythm of Meghan Trainor’s hit song “All About the Bass” as admirers applaud and photograph her just before she opens the door to the Afflelou boutique, enters and disappears.
|The pay-off: She enters the Alain Afflelou boutique, wearing, presumably, a pair of his sunglasses.|
The ad was directed by Luc Besson, which theoretically gives the whole production some gravitas.
Do love her hair. Makes me wonder whether I would like to try the style. . .
Have you noticed how so many of us sign off with xoxo? We dole out the x’s and o’s according to our affinity toward the person to whom we are writing. Sometimes xo is simply a signature with no more meaning than “Sincerely yours” which we all know is a complete lie.
The people to whom we are “sincerely yours” would be shocked if we signed a missive in that way.
Never mind. I’m simply setting us up here. I thought this xox necklace or bracelet sort of says it all. It is apparently, for the moment at least, exclusively available at the trendiest of trendy Parisian boutiques, Colette.
|Look at this, a little bit of everything: black, leopard, pointed toe — it’s all there, from Dune.|
You know how much I love ballerina flats. My closet overflows. Some have rounded toes, others pointy.
Pointed toes reputedly, and it appears to be true, elongate our silhouette. They have some slimming effect or whatever.
My point is that the French fashion magazines are advising us that we want to be en pointe this spring.
Here’s What Happens (Ed. Note)
When one lives out here in the country every-so-often EDF, the French electric monopoly (I’m pretty sure it’s a monopoly) randomly turns off the electricity for repairs.
Then you call the emergency number to find out if and why it is the company and not chez nous that has the problem, a robotic female voices tells you that “you will not have electricity” you already knew that. And then “she” says, “thank you for your comprehension.”
So, thank you for your comprehension regarding my very late posting today.