paris after midnight

You’re not quite sure how it happened, but here you are: New Year’s Eve in Paris. Perched on the edge of your plush hotel bed at the Ritz, like a modern-day Marie Antoinette. You’ve only eaten macarons for two days straight—because who’s going to stop you? The champagne flows like the Seine, and somehow, five new pairs of heels have found their way into your life. The thought of returning to your cozy West Village studio feels almost… unthinkable.

Inspired by Kate Moss for Vogue 2000 by Corinne Day, Ralph Lauren Fall/Winter 2009, and the unparalleled decadence of champagne for breakfast.

Stay toasted, xx.

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