In early March I got on a flight from New York to Paris. The timeframe for my trip was squishy and imprecise, 3 weeks stretched to 7, as was my reason for taking it. Some motivating cocktail of heartbreak, restless determination, and instinct. Following my big, scary breakup in August, my life’s tilt has trended towards the poetic fuck it, why not? So, here I landed.
I can’t be in Paris without thinking about fashion. The city is dominated by the giants of industry, LVMH, Kering, Chanel, and the residents are undoubtedly well dressed (I will spare you the “french girl chic” story though, I’ve written too many of those in my career). I see so much elegance and flare seeped into every corner here, painted doorways, manicured gardens, old school tabacs, restaurant tables, mismatched seats in the metro, my cute (but wholly unusable) kitchen with red, plexi cabinets. Recently I realized that what I’m seeing everywhere is color, and I’ve been wearing it too.
Maybe it’s natural, or even cliché, to think about color at the onset of Spring. I’m a minimalist and a New Yorker, loyal to The Row and the color black (or sometimes brown), so a pull towards color feels like a big change. It started with a pop of red, the ubiquitous fashion-girl signifier, which is still a favorite of mine. After watching Kill Bill too many times, and seeing Lara in Beatrix Kiddo’s Onitsuka Tiger shoes, I became obsessed with yellow (suddenly these shoes are everywhere). Purple crept off the Lemaire spring runway and into my mind, so did green after Ferragamo.
I incorporate color as an accent, adding one or two items - a sweater wrapped around my neck, bright socks, or a t-shirt - and otherwise don’t stray from my basics. The Parisians seem to agree. Around me, even on little old ladies, I see a lot of good, chic, simple clothes punctuated by a bright pair of Sambas, a scrunchie, a scarf, or a red lip.
So, it’s Spring, the flowers are blooming, and I’m starting to feel like myself again. I’m walking around Paris ogling the colors of everyday objects and wearing them too. I’ve still spent ninety percent of my time here in the same, simple outfit formula - jeans or black pants, sneakers, and a leather jacket or a trench. But it feels a little different, and I feel a little different. And maybe that’s the point of this whole dang trip anyways?
Well, that’s all from me this week. I’m off to enjoy my last French weekend. Shop below and see you next time. xxx
Loved this 💓
Hehe yay you’re still in Paris ❤️❤️
I’m always cautious of buying colour but then often always reaching for it when I have it! Well said.