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Francophile Heaven: Deyrolle’s Scarves For Opening Ceremony

A good Francophile knows Deyrolle. The famous taxidermy boutique has been operating out of Paris’s 7th arrondissement since 1831 and inside is a veritable cabinet of curiosities. It’s a must-see stop on any tourist’s list and a go-to if you’re in the market for a six foot taxidermied polar bear, framed rare beetle, or intimidating stuffed leopard. Deyrolle has apparently teamed up with Opening Ceremony for a little collaboration which produced these nature-inspired scarves. How very chic! [Opening Ceremony] Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: The Big Picture?

Christmas Day I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with a pounding headache. The hell? Where the eff am I? Then it all came rushing back: glass after glass of champagne at a boat cabaret on the Canal de la Villette singing along to Judy Garland songs. Most random Christmas Eve ever.

I snorted out loud—well, this would have to be the first time I woke up in a stranger’s bed and didn’t do something I regretted.

I closed my eyes again, trying to re-piece the evening. Where did it all start? Oh right, new friend Emily had invited me to this concert, and we’d had dinner at her apartment beforehand where we commenced with a bottle of champagne and a delicious squash/spinach/pasta dish she’d made. Then off to the boat where we were treated to free booze because her friends were the ones who put on the act.

At the end, it had been like an awkward but good third date … Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: Christmas in Paree

The French are crazy about Christmas. It was sometime after Halloween that I gradually began to see a sprig of holly here and there. My cousin, an ex-pat married to a Frenchman, hypothesizes that the Christmas Craze occurs because they have no Thanksgiving, and, therefore, nothing else in between to look forward to.

Now that it’s just a few days away, the entire city feels like it’s celebrating. The winding streets of the Latin Quarter are lit up with twinkly lights, the windows of the department stores have been transformed into lavish, glittery displays, and on just about every corner you’ll get a whiff of a hearty, nutty smell—street vendors roasting chestnuts. And the food. Oh my God. The food. I spent about a half-hour browsing the new Christmas section in my grocery store, fingering packages of foie gras, caviar, and pâté. Marzipan shaped like cherries. Pale green pistachio macaroons. Sugary marrons glacés.

Being a Jew, I’ve never really celebrated Christmas, but the idea is highly appealing to me. It feels warm and festive, and more about love and the feeling of being home. It was because of this that I was initially terrified of Christmas’ arrival—a painful reminder that I’m not exactly in my dream life yet. To follow Mindy Kaling’s relatable “Scripting a Fantasy of a Family” essay that ran in the Sunday Times, my ideal holiday season would look something like this …
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365 Days In Paris: Gains And Losses

Like they say, two steps forward, one step back.

This week has been a lesson in relationship building. What I’ve learned: you do need to get out of your comfort zone, but sometimes you have to cut your losses and stay put.

It seemed like the fates had answered my prayers for some more social intrigue when last week an email landed in my inbox. An admirer! A French one! With XY chromosomes! Keep reading »

France’s Guerre De Cuisine Focuses On Horse Meat

In a country that adores cheese and foie gras, vegans in France are a joke in the same way that Lindsay Lohan thinks she’s a designer. So you’d think the French wouldn’t give a damn about politically correct food. However, tensions have risen lately in Paris over the use of horse meat in contemporary cuisine. Last week, the trendy Le Fooding event went down, this year’s theme being “Les Incorrects,” meaning meals filled with indulgent and controversial ingredients. One dish focused on horse meat, and in response, an anti-horse meat group (only term we could think of for them) ramped up its presence in the city with campaign buses and in-your-face subway advertisements. Brigitte Bardot‘s still-existing animal rights foundation has apparently been combating the issue as well.

So now you have something to throw in the face of the next snobby Frog who condemns American food culture. “Hey, Americans might be obese … but at least we didn’t get fat by eating horses.” [Je Ne Mange Pas De Cheval] Keep reading »

Little White Blob Goes On A Musical Adventure


Look, I don’t know anything about the singer in this video, JP Nataf, although I understand what the title means — “Come Tell Me.” But I do know that the little white blob-thing that stars in it is extremely cute. As for the lyrics, perhaps our Leo will tell us what the heck this dude is crooning about? [Et Si] Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: Wake-Up Call

“So what’s the vibe of this place? Fashiony? What are you wearing?” I texted my new friend Sarah on Friday night.

We were about to embark on our third official friend date, which safety moved us from “acquaintances” to “girlfriends.” When I’d admitted earlier that week in an email that I’d hardly left the house due to my self-imposed, post-dump pity party, Sarah had thankfully taken the reins and made plans for us to meet up at the Experimental Cocktail Club. I’d read about this uber hip bar on Paris blogs, but hadn’t been to any comparable venues, so I had no idea what to wear. I was hoping it would be a bit fancy—I was getting sick of settling for skinny jeans and boots for every cheap, boho bar most of my younger friends would ask me to join them in. (Sarah’s in her 30s, so she’s thankfully more inclined to meet up for a nice dinner or “grown-up” drink.) But now that I seemed to have the pick of my wardrobe, I felt even more confused by choice, and it looked as if my closet had vomited all over my studio apartment. Keep reading »

Today’s Lady News: France Suggests Forcing Quotas For Women In The Board Room

  • France has introduced legislation to bring 50/50 gender parity to French board rooms by 2015. All companies listed on the French stock exchange would be required to stock their boards with 50 percent women. The affirmative action-like plan would begin with women on 20 percent of board seats in 18 months and 40 percent of board seats within four years. Presently, women comprise only 10.5 percent of board members in companies listed on the French stock exchange. Norway enacted similar legislation in 2003. [Guardian UK]—I love this idea of diversifying talent by overcoming institutional obstacles with quotas. And by way of comparison, the percentage of female board members on U.S. Fortune 500 companies—considering it is the year 2009—is a paltry 15.2 percent. What do you think?
  • Hooray! There are lots of women on The New York Times‘ “Best Books of 2009″ list! Do you think the diverse offerings are helped by the fact that two of the Times‘ three daily book reviewers, Janet Maslin and Michiko Kakutani, are women? [New York Times]

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365 Days In Paris: Post-Turkey Day Depression

This has been a real week de merde and I’m currently bumming out big time. It was great having my sister here for Thanksgiving (or le Sanks-geev-ing-uh as the French like to say). We spent the past few days on a veritable Parisian binge—drinking bordeaux, shelling out at fancy restaurants, and buying typically Parisian clothing. (I must literally be a walking cliché thanks to my growing wardrobe of striped shirts, blouses with bows, and pleated skirts). Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: Giving Merci

I keep forgetting that the French don’t celebrate Thanksgiving. When it occurred to me last week that the holiday was around the corner, I wasn’t sure what made me more depressed: A) Celebrating in Paris with some bastardization of the meal—I picture foie gras stuffing or turkey cassoulet; B) Not being with my family; or C) Leaving Paris to be with my family. I’d have to go with C … it’s been nearly three months since I arrived, but I only just feel like I’m settling, and the thought of going back to the U.S. right now leaves me scared that it would somehow break the magic of everything.

Lucky for me, I got the perfect compromise. My sister and her husband decided last minute to come over for a visit, so I’m pumped to spend the week with them not eating turkey, and gorging myself instead on gooey cheeses, crêpes, and butter-infused dishes (as if that’s any change from my diet now). The only issue—American Boy is expecting to meet them. Uh, what? Keep reading »

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