Paris

Okay, so for the last few days i've been obsessed with Paris... I've been once before for my 18th birthday and it was one of those places that just makes you 'sparkle' inside. I remember feeling like i was wayyy chic-er and more stylish there than i had been at any other part of my life and my aim to become to epitome of sophisticated Parisian chic has never really faded after that trip. I've been blog searching and obsessing over French sophistication and when in doubt ive been asking 'what a French girl would do'. I even went so far as to order 2 books off Amazon, 'Two Lipsticks and a Lover' and 'Why French Girls don't get Fat' in the hope that it will instruct me even further on how to acquire that 'je ne sais quoi' that every gawky teen wishes she possessed.
Its that air of effortless style and complete control and elegance which is what i'm aiming for and the whole pursuit of this aim is making me slightly sparkly. listening to Edith Piaf while trawling through the images of Parisian girls on 'The Sartorialist' was definitely an hour well spent.
A sparkle moment happened a few days ago which triggered this re-immersion into Paris. Me and some friends went to an acoustic set at a little posh pub called 'The Orange Tree' (vintage feel, cocktail list to die for, comfy sofas and a pretty cool crowd = Sparkle heaven) and this guy was playing and i thought he was really good so when he dropped a card on our table i picked it up and did the compulsory Facebook stalk. Anyway.... he's off to Paris this week, in a very bohemian fashion, and it brought back that urge to be part of that illusion of French chic. So with red lipstick and black coffee in hand I am going to embrace the 'less is more', romantic, effortless and carefree style of those Parisian models... or at least try.