le parc
Week two of three in Paris, and the city has you under its spell. You’ve spent afternoons in Jardin du Luxembourg, watching the leaves fade from green to burnt orange, indulging in three-hour lunches with volumes of classic French literature—your subtle attempt to impress the mysterious, cigarette-smoking regular outside your hotel café. You bought a pack of Vogues, even though you’re not a smoker. At least they look chic in the vintage silver cigarette case you found at le marché aux puces. Is there a more perfect place than Paris in the fall? In a week, you’ll return to New York, suitcase stuffed to the brim with rare books from OFR, too many perfumes to count, and an envy-inducing vintage collection. New York is your steady love, but Paris is your untamed affair.
Inspired by Daria Werbowy for Juergen Teller, café au lait mornings, and the effortlessly cool spirit of Jane Birkin.
Stay toasted, xx.
