Having lived in both New York and Paris, I have always enjoyed the old adage, spring in Paris…fall in New York.
Paris is the epitome of all things chic and in-vogue; from the most luxury fashion design houses to an art and restaurant scene that many argue is second to none. The lap of luxury lies along and near the Champs-Élysées, which houses some of the most iconic fashion designers and artists alike. Steps from the <... >
OK. I admit that I’ve been rather critical of Parisian restaurants. I’ve complained about the price, the service, the pathetic nià§oise salads, and the general feeling of disappointment at the end of many meals.
Right now on my iPhone it says 74F for today and will go up to 77F by Monday with those yellow sun icons all the way down. I’m talking about the weather for Paris.
There’s something special about window shopping in Paris. You find the most interesting little ateliers that entice you to peer in and discover.
It’s March and for me that means one thing: the 6 Nations. Ireland, England, Wales, Scotland, France and Italy. Rugby! You can have your Ronaldo or Rooney, (just don’t mess with mi Messi), because for me rugby is the game that’s less about money (name one rugby WAG) and more about camaraderie and real sportsmanship. <... >
Ever since I went to Basquiat’s exhibition here at the Tokyo Palais, I’ve been thinking a lot about street art, artists and their lives. Before the likes of Banksy, Shepard Fairey or Aérosol, Basquiat was one of the first grafitti artists to take his messages to the walls of downtown Manhattan. Unfortunately, the exhibition will <... >
First of all, sorry for the cheesy card visual. Secondly, Christmas, Noà«l, or whatever we call it or celebrate at this time of year, it’s nice and all but it’s also a lot of hassle. Presents, pressure and of course the annual family feud that always rears its ugly head no matter how many times <... >
I’ve been in Paris for over two years now and I can honestly say I feel a little more settled. I get by in French, I buy a baguette most evenings, I even read up on the grèves (strikes) to know how what train is running so I can get to work.
It’s Fall here. Leaves are falling and that lovely sunny yet chilly climate has set in. And unlike New York, it’s still bright here up until 7-ish pm. Love that!