Hello, everyone! Writers have done it from time immemorial, and the French have made an art of it. And what is that? Flanerie, the noble art of walking the city. Any great city will do, but for me Paris and New York are the lodestars of my life, the sources of inspiration for my blog Desperately Seeking Paris. Come, walk with me!
Searching for beauty at Bloomingdale's, I meet Miss Dior and Coco Chanel. The day had started out damp and drizzly, and with nothing pressing on my agenda, I thought it would be fun to stop by Bloomie’s to check out what the designers were showing for fall. But before I could do that, I stopped at Pink Nail on Lexington for a manicure, knowing full well that no self-respecting sales person would pay any attention if I showed up with chipped nails. Flipping through a few fashion magazines while waiting for a manicurist, I learn that the must-have color for fall is burgundy. I’m in luck.
Welcome to the first edition of Desperately Seeking Paris, a blog that traces its accidental origins to a case of dry eye syndrome. Specifically, to the day my brilliant ophthalmologist, looking at a pair of eyes as dry as toast and red as beefsteak tomatoes, said: "You’re spending too much time staring at the computer screen. Get out and get some air. Don’t forget your sunglasses."
