gold, on the ceiling

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Leave it to Vogue to create a stunning editorial in celebration of ballet big wig/Hollywood’s most envied Baby Daddy and his first year as artistic director of the Paris Opera Ballet.  This gorgeous spread has everything: the always magical city of Paris, suave Mr. Millepied, breathtaking Natalia Vodianova, one of the world’s most distinguished professional ballet companies, and shimmering designer gowns that bring the extravagant Palais Garnier to life.  Glamour is at an all time high here, folks.  I’ve shared a few of my favorite photos above, but for the full collection, head on over here.

all photos by Annie Liebovitz for Vogue

post paris syndrome


It’s strange how quickly a place you love can start to feel like home.  On my walk down Blackstone Boulevard this morning, I noticed an actual feeling of disappointment as the people I passed didn’t greet me with Bonjour, but instead texted on their phones or kept their headphones on and their gaze towards the gravel.  Even as I sit in my big, beautiful, spacious, didimentionhowhugeitfeels? apartment in Providence, I find myself zoning out into a daydream of Paris.  I imagine walking out the door and starting out on my way to a brasserie or the canal for some wine but being stopped in my tracks by a new clever piece of street art (can you spot the space invader on the Opera Garnier in the photo above?) hovering up high on a building- none of which are over 6 stories in my little Place Leon Blum.  I imagine passing by at least 15 well-dressed men, 8 people on razor scooters and several Parisians on their commute home from work, baguettes in hand.  Because of course it is almost 18 heures 6 o’clock over there by now…

I know I should just be happy to be home and grateful for the experiences I had living abroad for a month (and believe me I am!), but this intense longing for my life in Paris has caught me completely by surprise.   By the time I was boarding my flight, my excitement for returning to the states where I could relax, speak English freely, drive my car, and not hang on quite so tightly to my purse everywhere I went was obvious.  But when I woke up in my bed in Providence on that first morning home, my heart sank.  I heard the sound of construction through my window, realized I wasn’t up in my loft bed and tears actually formed in my eyes before I even had a chance to open them.

I suppose this is all a good sign.  Proof that I truly enjoyed my time in France and soaked up the real Parisian culture in the most positive way possible.  But there is so much more I need to see and do there…so planning the next trip to overseas commence maintenant!  Which reminds me, I must continue practicing my french skills!  #summergoals