Paris.

(a little tune to set the mood)

You playing that song? Okay good. My too-cool-for-school little brother has spent the last few days wandering the streets of Paris. He's been blogging about his baguette-filled new lifestyle and was kind enough to post this photo of his hostel room's view for us all to gawk and stare:

Thanks for the reminder that I'm not in Paris right now, Jord!

Instead of being bitter about it, I made matters worse and saw the new Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris. Talk about eye-candy. And I'm not talking about Owen Wilson (who, I'll admit is charming in a silly and aloof kind of way). The movie opens with a long montage of famous Parisian sights, but I'm a sucker for costume design and couldn't help but drool over the beautiful dresses that appeared throughout the movie. I couldn't help but think about how fun it would be to be paid to dress up and pretend to live in the height of the jazzy 1920's.

Ahhh...the life of Marion Cotillard.

Jacqueline is Le Blog de Betty

Nice work Jacqueline! You're my own little Blog De Betty.

Wishing I Was There

Dad is in Paris right now. Jaloux!

from littlebrownpen

from here via vic

I'm in dire need of an out-of-this-country adventure. Preferably somewhere warm. Or France. How about the Cote D'Azur? I'll take it!

Crush

Everything about Le Blog de Betty makes me want to pack up and move to Paris, bring back the thick bangs, rock the stripes and paint my nails bright red. She manages to find the best vintage pieces...ie that awesome blue blazer and leather satchel/messenger bag (that, I regret to mention is already sold out at Top Shop).

I shamelessly read the French version of her blog out loud in my head (that makes sense to normal people, right?) but digging into the depths of my limited French conversational skills undoubtedly leads to me peeking at the English translation. C'est la vie!