Falling For Nice

Nice, France

I always do this thing when I travel. I ask myself “could I live here?” If so I try to imagine what it would be like day to day in this alternative reality. Sometimes it’s an especially dangerous thing to do. Like in Nice last week where I found myself dreaming of fleeing Paris for the south.



Is it the human condition to be perpetually dissatisfied? I don’t remember exactly where it was or when, but I once wrote that everything I do is so one day I can have a balcony in the sunshine in Paris for me and my love. I still mean that. After all who wouldn’t want that? But lately I have to say I’ve been so fulfilled with life…



A few days ago my assistant Ana and I went to Versailles for the day to shoot next week’s article for my LancĂ´me blog. I felt a bit bad as it was her first time there and I rushed us through the large palace as I hate the crowds and don’t think it’s the best stuff to see…



Before it’s time has come, little signs of spring pop up for a week or two. In the park at Pont Marie there has been a little song bird sitting a top the south facing building, overlooking and singing his little spring tune for the sun that has come out more than usual lately. Then one day last week, I think he followed me home…



In France, talking about money is really a “faux pas”. In the world of fashion blogging the jury is still out on that. But I guess when people start talking about things that we’re not really supposed to talk about is when things get interesting, right?



Hello from home, where I don’t have much time for this entry after collecting these photos and editing them for the blog. Part of the reason I don’t have is because I slept so late today, a habit that is starting to feel more like a health problem…