It’s one of the cool things about living in big cities, the awareness that at any moment one of the people you know by name and face- but have never met before- might be just around the corner.
I’ve got a few people that I’m thinking of reaching out to when I return to Paris, in the hopes of meeting. It’s a short and eclectic list, but true to me.
If you’re familiar with me (or my Instagram habits) the lack of ‘French Girls of Instagram’ might surprise you, but they’re really more people whose style I admire- it’s hard to want to meet them knowing relatively little about their interests and personality (beyond shared tastes in bathing suits, jeans, and sweaters).
But I wouldn’t say no to a patisserie with Sabina Socol, any day.
So who’s on the list?
- David Lebovitz: I recently finished reading L’Appart and the story of the author’s harrowing journey to owning a Paris apartment really resonated with me, in terms of expatriate growing pains. And as a big fan of home renovations, I’d love to hear more.
- Rosie McCarthy: Speaking of expatriate growing pains, Rosie’s youtube channel, Not Even French, is a recent favorite discovery of mine. In her videos, the native New Zealander discusses the surprises (both good and bad) of life in Paris. She seems like such a lovely person, and I can only imagine how interesting (and informative) a talk with her would be.
- Paul Taylor: I may have shared one of Paul Taylor’s videos in the past, because they’re quite funny. He’s a British comedian responsible for the What’s Up France?/What the Fuck, France? series.
- Jessie Kanelos Weiner: Jessie Kanelos Weiner is the writer and illustrator of Paris in Stride, a gorgeous book for the dedicated flaneuse (me) who wants to explore Paris. It’s currently hiding in my Mom’s closet for my July 25th birthday. Sometimes she holds watercolor classes. And I really want to attend one!
You may have noticed that this list is super expat-heavy. This isn’t because I have no interest in native Parisians… so much as I think expats subconsciously strike me as being much more approachable. Parisians have notoriously close social lives and with expats, I have the benefit of a shared language (frequently) and similar experiences.
It’s been in some ways an absolutely awful day but I’m still pretty content. To explain the first part of that, I was fueled by food poisoning sometime around 2 am last night and my stomach is still feeling pretty tender. On top of that, I wasn’t able to find the perfect plantings for my garden urns. I’m thinking maybe nasturtiums.
To explain the latter part, it’s the birthday of one of my best friends and I got to see her for the first time in what feels like forever. And in spite of my relative nausea, hanging out and catching up was lovely.
I’m enjoying Middlemarch, A Quiet Place was fantastic, and seeing the Art in Bloom exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts yesterday was beautiful and completely brought out my inner elderly white lady. But what can I say, I love flower shows and I won’t deny it.
I have a scarcity of links this week, and you can decide if that’s good or bad!
Truly, that’s all I have. It’s pretty shameful.
The yoga retreat has been picked!
RADIANCE SUTRAS FLOW
Man am I ready for some ecstatic dance
I mean, not right now, because I have food poisoning, but in general.
I have such an interesting, ambivalent relationship with my post titles. Like this one sounds hugely consumerist, bitchy, privileged, and entitled. But it rhymes with a song I heard somewhere that i feel like is a well known, even famous song but that i don’t remember. So now it will be stuck in my head and there is no better way to express that than putting it in everyone else’s heads as well.
The actual purpose of this post is the fact that it’s my birthday and I am 22 for the first time ever! It’s pretty great. I slept well, saw Dunkirk last night (amazing, expect news later), had a Dad-made celebratory peach pie for breakfast, and have finally started watching Django Unchained, which may go down in history as the second Tarantino film I don’t hate (shout out to Inglourious Basterds!)
The past few weeks I’ve been hunting down the things I’ve had on my wish list, and I thought I would share those today.
- Estee Edit Metallishadow in Wild Cosmos
- Nars Gouloue Blush Travel Size
- Nars Schiap Lipstick
- MAC Russian red Lipstick
- MAC Brave Lipstick
- Laura Mercier Caviar Stick in Cocoa
- Golssier Cloud Paint in Puff (I succumbed to the marketing and they sent me free stickers. I feel blissfully basic)
In hindsight, I’ve only bought makeup, which is very interesting. I do still have a bit of money left and I’m feeling very cosmetically satisfied. But I have realized, during the past week’s heatwave, that I could use more light dresses. This realization came about as I spent yet another day dying in a silk camisole and spandex shorts.
It’s been a nice week- I hope on your end as well! Continue reading “Friday Links 7/14”
Rest in peace, Roger Moore, who passed away this week. I don’t generally talk about the personages the world loses, but this was such a lovely story I wanted to share it. He sounds like a wonderful man. Continue reading “Friday Fun Links 5/26”
List Mimsy turns one today- or one and a day, because I’m really not sure if you start counting from the day the website is created or the day of the first post. But maybe the website creating day is more like conception and the first post is a blog’s actual birth? Which would make today the birthday, in that really weird analogy. Continue reading “Happy Birthday, List Mimsy!”
Yesterday was my birthday, in case you didn’t know (I turned 21) so today I’m planning a brief list of the gifts I opened/received/bought for myself.
Featuring Miss Minerva Peaches desperately trying to beat the heat. It’s a losing battle. Continue reading “How Old Are You Now?”