But a week later while I was in New York I popped into Helmut Lang’s Soho boutique to try it on — and the Helmut Lang jersey jacket fit so simply and beautifully. I bought it in black, and I’m hunting for it in seal gray.
Passing over a custom, hand-made in America coat for raw-edged wool jersey pieced together in China? I guess that means the terrorists are winning, but the important thing is that I’m comfortable.
While carrying a €100 notepad and an iPhone appeals to neither my cents nor sensibility, a notebook titled “NOW OR NEVER” feels romantic, like the unrealized dreams it could contain: the thoughts of an Albanian heroine of the novel that’s floated through my head for four years, bicycling by bamboo waterwheels while touring Guangxi Zhuangzu, and the beauty of the thousands of things thousands of dollars might do to my face while playing with needles in 90210.
I’ve worn black Francois Pinton “Jacky 2″ sunnies everyday for over four years. While in Paris, I decided it was time for change: after popping into a Francois Pinton boutique and trying on tons of sunnies, I snagged tortoiseshellFrancois Pinton “Jacky 2″ sunglasses. The rust-colored lenses dust every scene into dusk, including a dawn bike ride alongside the Seine, and — the Chunnel and a day later — a noon walk through Hyde Park.
As much as I prefer blue-tinted sunglasses, there’s something about life looking like a perpetual sunset. I keep hearing the song, “Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think…”
How choice is the Le Meurice seats your bag in? It’s a slight upgrade for my beat, vintage Hermes Herbag, which is usually slouching on the floor, playing pillow to an 80-lb. German Shepherd named Major Dukes…
