Let’s face it. There is just something about the French. The french fashion, french kiss, french press, french toast, french fries… all awesome. We american/english seem to have a sweet infatuation with them, sort of a love/hate thing… much more than a weekend fling, it’s that long-term on-again off-again romance that is so far from stable or logical but will never leave you be. So naturally, when one thinks of finding the most romantic place on earth, we are pretty sure that France is going to make it to the top-5 list. I mean, really, what place is more romantic than the south of France??
We stole these gorgeous photos from a friend who recently spent her honeymoon in this fabulously beautiful country. enjoy!
bag: Michael Kors
hat: Flora Bella
location: St. Paul, France
dress: Karen Millen
headscarf: Oscar de la Renta
bag: Micheal Kors
shoes: Isaac Mizrahi
location: Antibes, France
dress: Suzanna Monaco
bag: Red Fish Designs
earrings: Forever 21
location: Monte Carlo, Monaco
romper: L Space
location: St. Saturnin, France
Il n’y a aucun remede pour l’amour mais pour aimer plus.
model: Leah Fiedorowicz
all photos taken by her husband: Jason Ward
Recently, I have been diagnosed with sciatic nerve pain (thank the G-man that it wasn’t a blood clot my hypochondriac mind led me to believe it was). Basically this means I got me a bum leg that I can barely walk on. MRI’s and physical therapy aside, what the hell am I supposed to do on a day to day basis living in NYC and using my stems to walk everywhere?
Well, summertime is here and regular old flips flops for the commute were totally not cutting it. Did a lil’ research and found myself at the Walking Store. Shop Zealand (exclusively sold at the Walking Store) for both foot and leg pain issues. I mean they could be cuter, but this is a matter of life or death. I’d prefer to live while looking semi-cuteskis. π
Ok. So you work in a scary industrial area where your competition for “best dressed” is the rastafarian pot smoker you see on your daily trip to seven eleven to scoop your slurpee. But you still want to feel good and put on some clothing that will make your day a little less mechanized…and your new favorite ring.
Beat em. Don’t ever join em. π
I’m not sure when Timberland up’d their ante, but check out Rue La La’s boutique today for some hottie chukas. Not a member? No worries, if you need an invite, just ask π
Everyday at 11 am…be there.
Feeling slightly despondent and maybe, just maybe, a little cranky pants McGee, I couldn’t resist the textbook, online, retail therapy session. And aren’t those little shoes just divine? Levis always delivers…
Carrie: Honey, if it hurts so much, why are we going shopping?
Samantha: I have a broken toe, not a broken spirit.
Thanks to Flaxen and her Dr. Scholl’s classic sandal post, another satisfied FT reader just sent this in. Too cute and great color!
Guess who’s next on this gravy train?
The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.
I was going to write today about this god awful bedazzled purse I saw on a woman in the subway. But while I was trying to capture a pic, I was caught in the act mid snap-age. Well, some things aren’t meant to be, but as I sadly walked into work, I saw a co-worker wearing some awesome shoes.
“Um… love those! Where did you get them?” (nice way of saying ‘hello’ to someone first thing in the morn).
He responded, “Thanks. Cole Haan, but do I look like Thurston Howell III?”
I said “No. More like the Skipper.”
Either way, I think we’d all like our boys to be rocking these babies. Just not on a deserted island…with Ginger. π