une newyorkaise à paris
The French love New York. Well, to be more accurate, Parisians love New York. Each time I’m introduced to a French person here and they find out I’m from Manhattan (une vraie newyorkaise), the gushing begins: “Moi, j’adoooore New York. Et Brookleeen? C’était génial.” That’s what they like. Brooklyn. And Central Park. It always strikes me as somewhat off...
And now for another edition of “When French People Make Hilarious Mistakes in English”: “Dear Leonora, So sorry if I didn’t get back to you earlier, I was submarining at work all week.” In French: Submergé=overwhelmed. Thus, submarining. I find this lovely and awesome. For had he been “overwhelmed at work,” I’m not sure I would be so forgiving. But...
just a quick little something
I haven’t written a full post in a while. When this happens, it’s both a good and a bad sign. My brain has usually switched off, but only because it’s being put to good use in other areas…and maybe for the first time in a while I actually have a life. Or something. Anyhow. My parents visited last week, which was nice, weird, and exhausting. It took me a while to realize...
DailyCandy: 24 Looks from Paris Fashion Week →
I spent most of January and now February in bed. I used to have rules about these types of things. No working in bed. No pajamas all day long. The bra has to go on by 10 a.m. But that all went out the window during the winter. At first I found myself slipping here and there, and the indulgence almost felt good. But then my weakness for lazy habits strengthened and I found that I’d completely...
Ugh, fashion. I am so over it. All it does it make you feel fat, poor, and...
The Problem With Skype-Chatting Your Sister
Big Sister: Ooohhh! Haiii!!!!! I miss youuu!!!!
Me: I miss you too!!!
Big Sis: Uh, is that my shirt?
Me: (Looks down. Pause.) Uh oh...
Big Sis: Leo! I was looking for that! Bad girl! Bad bad!
The Story Behind Oscars "Kanye Moment" →
Crazypants McGee Elinor Burkett: “And then, as I’m sure you saw, when we won, he raced up there to accept the award. And his mother took her cane and blocked me. “ Roger Ross Williams: “My mother got up to hug me. And my mother is 87 years old. She was excited.” (via ranajune)