Nightcap

This is my current theme song. If you’ve never heard it, you should find a copy, stat. WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELYPeter Sarstedt26/02/1969 – 4 weeks at #1 – 16 weeks on chart You talk like Marlene DietrichAnd you dance like Zizi JeanmaireYour clothes are all made by BalmainAnd there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are You live in a fancy apartmentOff the Boulevard Saint-MichelWhere you keep your Rolling Stones recordsAnd a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do But where do you go to my lovelyWhen you’re alone in your bedTell me the thoughts… View Post

Exfoliating All the Way to the Champs Elysees

Four more days.Can you believe it?I can scarcely contain myself.What I also can’t believe is that the entire lower half of my body is smeared with splotchy orange streaks that are actually getting darker as each day passes. Thank you Kiehl’s.With spring in the air and all of my favourite skirts taken out of storage, it occurred to me that my legs are not unlike the pasty, clammy flesh of a freshly plucked chicken. So on Saturday, when I ran all of my last-minute trip errands (on foot, thank you very much) I added some very expensive self-tanner to the… View Post

Is this thing on?I’m new to this world, and feel a little out of my element. The world I speak of isn’t just this crazy world of bloggy goodness either. One or two of you (maybe three or four) will know exactly what I’m talking about, won’t you? For the rest, suffice to say that many a great story will be told here in the coming months. At least that’s the plan right now. But it’s just so big, isn’t it? The possibilities are crushing in their hugeness. I swallow back that familiar lump and keep noticing how one thing… View Post