Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Americans In Paris

Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic

The daily chronicle of a fashion-and-beauty obsessed, style-writing, pseudo-Angeleno who made her way from the Great White North to La-La Land -- otherwise known as Los Angeles, California -- and back again. Till the next big city calls out her name, that is.

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I'm a Vancouverite who moonlighted as an Angeleno. My momma is the best in the entire world, and I'll argue you hoarse on that one. I've been in love only once in my life. The East Coast calls me but the West Coast is in my blood. Social butterflies -- and party animals -- are a great species. Fashion and writing will be the death of me, but what a way to go. Carine Roitfeld is fabulous. I would die a painful death if art, design, photography, fashion, music and dancing did not exist. Always kind of wondered why Smurfette was the only girl in town. I can't draw. Absolutely believe everything happens for a reason. I feel so lucky to have the girlfriends that I do. I'm a total sun baby. Think I might be a workaholic. I may have slight road rage. Ice cream and hockey are religions. I buy too many glossy magazines. Nothing beats someone with a killer sense of humor. Chivalry is really not dead. I'm a victim of minor vertigo and a serious lead foot. Always up for meeting people from paths different than mine and crossing paths with old friends. At the very end of it all, I want to be able to look back and say: Yeah, I sure lived a damn good life.

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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Americans In Paris

The American Embassy in Paris has put on an interesting fair called "Americans in Paris" at the Jardins D'Acclimatation, a children's park not too far from the Eiffel Tower.

For less than $4 USD (or under 3 euros), Parisians can partake in a bit of the American life: smaller-scale replicas of American iconic statues (like the Statue of Liberty), classic cars, baseball battings cages, basketball courts (hosting slamdunk spectacles), cheerleaders, apple pie, popcorn, and hot dogs.

Though I'd probably much rather it be the other way around with us being able to get a taste of la vie Parisienne over here -- baguettes, Bordeaux, Balmain! -- it would still be a bit of a trip to see pom pom-ed cheerleaders high-kicking it on the streets of Paris.

I am wondering, however, are the people working this fair really Americans or Parisians acting as Americans?

Curiouser...

I'm Lovin' it: Boy, does it ever feel good to get things out and set things straight with people who matter to you. Makes life much, much better! And so do my new Dolce Vita Drake sandals. Positively Margiela and summer-esque! Now to make sure Steph A., Aims, and I don't wear our same respective pairs at the same time.

I'm Over it Paying $2 for a tea each time I got to work at a coffee place (out of principle), when I can just come to Shackenzie's patio and work for free. Like I am today!