Wednesday
Mar132013

une citation

“But I must remember to write about my clothes next time I have an impulse to write.
My love of clothes interests me profoundly; only, it is not love; & what it is, I must discover.” 

-Virginia Woolf

Wednesday
Mar132013

dans la valise de inès de la fressange

While cruising Apple's Newsstand on my iPad last night, I discovered Air France's Madame. Have you read it before? C'est très magnifique! I was delighted to find a visual list of Inès de la Fressange's packing essentials in the magazine's most recent installment. I dream of one day owning Longchamp luggage (in case you're feeling generous, this in chocolate would do just fine). I also enjoy cashmere socks... Inès and I are practically twins! I thought for sure she'd include a pair of pristine white Converse sneakers here, mais non (the former model raves about them in her book, Parisian Chic).

If you get a chance, download a few issues of Madame during today's lunch hour. If anything, it's a terribly chic (and free!) mental vacation :) 

Tuesday
Mar122013

une citation

"Life can’t be all bad when for ten dollars you can buy all the Beethoven sonatas
and listen to them for ten years."

William F. Buckley

Thursday
Mar072013

home again, home again, jiggity-jig

I’ve been considering a move back to Kansas City for quite some time, and last Friday I finally pulled the trigger. It’s un peu bittersweet as Los Angeles is wonderful! I’m sure I’ll visit again soon. In the meantime, I’m looking forward to all of the little things that make Kansas City so charming: the Nelson-Atkins museum, the stately homes that line Ward Parkway, Loose Park’s rose garden in bloom, my mom’s amazing cooking, (free) parking everywhere, zero traffic... 

My little brother kindly agreed to fly to Los Angeles to accompany me on the long drive home. I sure hope he likes Julia Child and the Duchess of Devonshire as we'll be listening to their memoirs in the car (I'm calling it our 24-hour history lesson). Can't wait :) 

Thursday
Feb282013

une citation

"The hall was arcaded, with a gallery supported on columns of pale yellow marble. Tall clumps of flowering plants were grouped against a background of dark foliage in the angles of the walls. On the crimson carpet a deer-hound and two or three spaniels dozed luxuriously before the fire, and the light from the great central lantern overhead shed a brightness on the women's hair and struck sparks from their jewels as they moved."

-Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth