Not that there’s ever really a time when we’re not all completely fascinated with Paris, but I feel like—at least here in blog land, on the outskirts of the fashion community, adoring onlookers we are—it’s come to a head lately. Maybe it’s the steady rise of Garance’s fabulous live-from-les-Jardins coverage on her blog, helped by Jane’s appearance at the Crillon last year, and Scott’s unstoppable coverage of Parisian women on their bicyclettes, but it’s at a fever pitch.
And, le sigh, here my friends, would be a most beauteous eruption. I’m not usually in the habit of posting editorials, but this one could not be passed up:
[From VOGUE May, 2010 - shot by Mario Testino.]
I am going ape-poop for the antiqued tones of these photographs. You almost can’t tell when they were taken.
This Gucci purse. I love it:
Have you dragged any of these to your desktop yet?
Those pants are genius.
Paris, je t’aime. You and your miniscule elevators. And my old one-armed tour-guide from high school, whose name is escaping me right now.