October 2009
25 posts
Where to Buy Rosebud Salve in Paris
Rosebud Salve is one of those beauty products that has an almost scary cult following of real addicts. Seriously, I’ve seen girls apply this stuff with the same intensity, urgency, and frequency of heavy smokers.
Unfortunately, finding this all-purpose lip balm in Paris proves difficult. After searching Sephoras throughout the cities as well as pharmacies carrying international products,...
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a night to never remember
A few weeks ago, I wrote about an experience I had in Paris back in 2005:
Two guys sat to my right, both in their 50s, American expat types who were obviously regulars. They began talking to me, and eventually after a few glasses, I found myself in a deep conversation with one of them. The subject: love, of course. And right before I had got up to leave, he said something so striking....
french vogue covers take over the champs-elysees... →
Latest thing of mine for Teen Vogue.
For my French readers/readers in France: anyone know if you can get reimbursed for timbres fiscaux? And where/how? I bought too many.
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Heartless (Kanye West cover) –...
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Fences – Phoenix (The Soft Pack...
Monsieur Le Banquier, Part 3
I should have expected more nonsense come out of Monsieur le French Banker, the proudly misogynistic, feminist-mocking, Snoopy tie-wearing agent at my local bank—after all this is France, and why should I expect setting up a bank account to take one day? At this point, I have resigned myself to the fact that M. FB and I will be having many more business meetings before my account is actually...
NY Press: "Tumblring in Love" →
I wrote this essay on the wonderful, yet tragic romance I had last year through my Tumblr. Seems only appropriate that I would post the link on this here blog. I’m sure there are many others who have found love on Tumblr - or at least, I hope so.
Generally feeling quite worthless at the moment. I forgot to set my alarm clock, waking up at around 9:45 a.m., only to realize ten minutes later that it is not in fact still the weekend, but Monday. Merde. Today is supposed to be the day you get back to being human, I reminded myself. My designated month of vacation from exercise and work on my book is up today. But when I woke up to an ominous,...
