Here's my latest Paris vs. London lunch rant - written for HiP Paris. Read it over there, or below.
I was born in London, and have lived here all my life apart from extended sojourns to other parts of Europe that are more conducive to joie de vivre, and, well, Paris. I can’t help but compare the two lifestyles and poor London always comes limping in at second place, looking all harassed with its
STILL NOT READY TO MOVE ON FROM THIS...
Tuesday, 25 September 2012 Posted by nailis at 02:00Bougainvillea, oleander, almond, eucalyptus, olive and orange and lemon trees - these are my absolute favourite plants, perhaps because they won't grow where I live due to the lack of warm sun. I can't be easily pleased and be into rose varieties can I. In the last picture the black blob on the windowsill is Dirty Bertie - I took this on the first day before I realised he was
TRANS-SEASON EXPRESS...
Sunday, 23 September 2012 Posted by nailis at 07:37Autumn is here. I know this because I've already got my regular trans-seasonal cold. Making the bitter pill of impending winter easier to swallow: The first sighting of parrot tulips this week, burgundy Bass Weejuns, which bring my current shoe rotation up to 100% mens / unisex shoes. But that's ok, because I'm still into silly girl stuff like the new *FRENZY* nail polish from Chanel. I
BEHIND BARS...
Saturday, 22 September 2012 Posted by nailis at 12:14Just a cat friend I met in an Andalusian mountain top village.
THE EYE HAS TO TRAVEL...
Friday, 14 September 2012 Posted by nailis at 05:23
It's been rather a long time since we talked about Diana Vreeland here, hmmm? In fact this year has been quite DV intensive for me, as Lisa Immordino Vreeland (who is married to DV's grandson Alexander - who I met! Wonderful suit, excellent shoes, lovely man) has been rolling out her project on DV: The Eye Has to Travel. First, I missed a screening of the film back in February, then I went to
TO THE SUN...
Tuesday, 11 September 2012 Posted by nailis at 03:11Friends, since we last spoke I have seen such beauty. The day after my last post I headed away from August's blue moon and straight towards the sun and the mountains. My ports of refuge and regeneration would usually be the sea or Paris, but spending a few days on the edge of a mountain turned out to be just what I needed - a place I will never forget. One morning I woke up to watch the sun rise
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