From Amy Thomas, author of Paris, My Sweet. A love affair with Paris, New York, sweets and, now, a little girl named Parker.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Lining up for Louis
If I had a centime for every camera that flashes in front of the Champs-Elysées store, I would be a rich girl. In fact, I’d be able to afford the Antheia bag that I’ve been coveting for months.
It’s funny to see the tourists lining up every morning at 10 a.m. to get inside.

Lately, they’ve been monitoring the number of people allowed in the store (rumor has it, there was a heist a couple weeks ago), so the line isn’t just for the opening, but to get inside at any hour. Hmmmm…. Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and LV.

After months of pink and red helium balloons hoisting trunks and mannequins in party dresses up and down, they’ve changed the vitrines.

They’re all about savoir-faire—an important part of the LV story.

They’re bright and beautiful.

And I’m still really coveting that Antheia bag.
It’s funny to see the tourists lining up every morning at 10 a.m. to get inside.

Lately, they’ve been monitoring the number of people allowed in the store (rumor has it, there was a heist a couple weeks ago), so the line isn’t just for the opening, but to get inside at any hour. Hmmmm…. Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and LV.

After months of pink and red helium balloons hoisting trunks and mannequins in party dresses up and down, they’ve changed the vitrines.

They’re all about savoir-faire—an important part of the LV story.

They’re bright and beautiful.

And I’m still really coveting that Antheia bag.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
You have to start ‘em early
Four days in Paris is enough to start molding my adorable niece and nephew into cool little Parisians, non? (They’ve already got the British accents—why not??)
They lounged in the chairs at the Tuileries...


…listened to new music at Colette...

…and were rightfully smitten with the Velibs.




They gobbled up the best viennoiseries in the city—pain aux raisins from Stohrer, of course.


They kicked back at chic restaurants…

(on a bed, at Derriere, no less)…
…sprinted around Daniel Buren’s installation at the Palais Royal…



… and explored new, green pastures.

They were good metro riders…

… and good little thinkers.

Next visit, scarf-tying, terrace surfing and gesticulating will be on the agenda.
They lounged in the chairs at the Tuileries...


…listened to new music at Colette...

…and were rightfully smitten with the Velibs.




They gobbled up the best viennoiseries in the city—pain aux raisins from Stohrer, of course.


They kicked back at chic restaurants…

(on a bed, at Derriere, no less)…
…sprinted around Daniel Buren’s installation at the Palais Royal…



… and explored new, green pastures.

They were good metro riders…

… and good little thinkers.

Next visit, scarf-tying, terrace surfing and gesticulating will be on the agenda.
Somewhere
Sofia Coppola behind the camera. Genius actors in front. LA setting (Hello, Chateau Marmont). Father-daughter tenderness and all-around bittersweeet melancholia. And music by Phoenix. Sign me up for Somewhere.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Friends across town
Looks like the kids in my neighborhood have some friends across town in Saint-Germain.
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