Paris Fashion Night

Paris, France

Paris Fashion Night was so much fun!  It's like Halloween for adults, where everyone gets absurdly dressed up and then pop in and out of various high-end boutiques, drinking champagne and eating macarons.  Ralph Lauren gave out neon cashmere beanies...too bad I don't ski.

There were lines to get into a lot of the stores.  After a brief wait, men in tuxedoes would usher groups of  people inside, then close the door behind them.  You can't always see what's going on until you actually enter the store.  I thought it would be funny if one of the fashion houses decided to turn their bottom floor into a psychologically terrifying haunted house, complete with disembodied heads and pools of fake blood.  High fashion encourages designers to think outside the box.  Am I interpreting that wrong?   

At one point, Igor and Grichka Bogdanoff were taking pictures with fans, but I was tired and wanted to go watch Homeland, so I didn't get one.  Also, side note, does anyone else think that Gucci's new blue coat (picture 3) look exactly like the coat I wore in this post? Anyone?

Apparently I wasn't the only one who wanted to climb in bed and watch Homeland.

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Bonjour Paris

Paris, France

JillBarry_LuxembourgGardens

Luxembourg Gardens at sunset

I'm in Paris!  I've spent the last few weeks running around the city, visiting various tourist destinations and crossing things off of my to-do list.  This is the first trip I've taken by myself, and it's wonderful to be able to set my own schedule, walk around and eat as much as I want, go to bed late and get up early.  

I'm a little bit behind with my blog, but most of my time has been spent exploring.  I won't be here forever, sadly, but I'm planning to move back here next fall.  In the meantime, I've been listening to a lot of Blink-182 and experimenting with different formatting options for my travel posts.  Stay tuned.

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Bonnie and Clyde

I've been wanting to do this post for-ev-er.  Bonnie Parker is the perfect style icon: her wardrobe is minimalistic, her clothes are chic but comfortable, and they're versatile enough to be worn every day without getting dull.  She knows how to look good while living like a pirate, and... oh yeah, she kills people.  What's not to love?

I already had all these pieces in my wardrobe.  My mom's house was the perfect setting to stage my own mock shootout.  The main challenge was editing the pictures down, and I finallllly got around to doing that.  Here you go!

And one more thing... you should watch this video AFTER you read my post.  Or before.  Whatever.

Lookout!

Sierra Buttes Fire Lookout - Pacific Crest Trail, California

Elevation 8,587 ft.

If you've been reading my blog for a while (or if you know me in the real world), you know that I have a pretty intense fear of heights.  I hate having such a debilitating mental handicap, and so as often as I can, I try to overcome my fear by hiking, climbing, or sitting in the window seat of an airplane.

At the end of our mini-vacation, my mom and I stopped at Sardine Lake.  We were admiring the view of the mountains across the way when a friendly hiker came up and pointed to one of the points.  "There's a lookout tower up there," he said, handing us his binoculars.  "It's a great hike, but whoa, boy, it's definitely not for the faint of heart.  If you're scared of heights, you don't want to be anywhere near there."

We looked through the binoculars, and sure enough, there was a tiny little building perched on top of the mountain.  It was barely visible, even through the binoculars, because it was so high up (I found out later that it's the single highest point in the Lakes Basin area).  

Naturally, we decided we had to do the hike and see for ourselves.

He wasn't kidding when he said the hike wasn't for the faint of heart.  The hike itself is extremely steep towards the top of the mountain, with sheer drops within fifteen feet of the trail.  I had to sit down numerous times and close my eyes, then hum Disney songs and try to forget that one little slip could mean the end.  

A little burst of confidence came in the form of a married couple, who kept patting my back and telling me that I was more than capable of getting to the top.  The husband told me that he had a friend who was a commercial pilot, and whenever they did the hike together, the pilot got extremely nervous towards the top.

"It's the wind," he said.  "That wind will get you every time."

Oh yes, the wind.  The wind that picks up as soon as you set foot on the first step of the final ladder, with gusts that rattle and shake your nerves.  It's the wind that reminds you what a fool's errand it was to challenge the will of nature, to attempt to overcome the very law that governs a human's duty to remain on the ground.

Sierraville

Sierraville, California

Another beautiful little town, surrounded by fields of peacefully grazing cows.  We wandered around town (all two streets of it) and peered into the windows of an abandoned house.  It looked like the inhabitants just got up and left one day - all their things were still there, including a pristine old hand cranked laundry machine.

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