Heels, Leather and a Soft Voice

Looking through my journal, I came across some beautiful things. All things, "me." Written in delicate blue ink on thick, sand colored pages, this made me smile.

Reading VOGUE makes me so deliriously happy. It's something about the sun drenched fashion spreads, the magnificent descriptions of lace, tweed, silk and the smart language used.
It's feminine, but not girly. It's serious. It's New York. It's Paris. It's heels, leather and a soft voice.
It's beautiful. In every issue I find something that resonates, making me feel womanly and alive inside. I just read about a French designer and his new line: "It's meant to evoke a late-1940s girl, who could be reading in the library. . . it's young, but it's not junior. I mean it's fresh!"
This inspires me to think, breathe and be Parisienne sexy - I am French, after all.