The Street Where I Live

British by birth, New Yorker by nature.



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Photo of Monica Belluci and Vincent Cassel via  here

Photo of Monica Belluci and Vincent Cassel via here

Another TGIS! My stitches (ew) from my foot surgery come out tomorrow, so have no fear, I'll be back on my feet and back to you this week, my loves. I've had a great weekend, strolling ( enthusiastically limping) around Brooklyn with girlfriends, reading, cracking open the Rose at lunchtime. All the good things. As I write to you, I'm sitting on my bed with a cat on my lap. The trees are whispering in the breeze, shards of afternoon light are flitting across the walls and there's a chicken roasting in the oven ready for family and friends. A good Sunday. Wishing you a fabulous week ahead. My best of the net below.

Wow, dude

Amazing travel advice from Anthony Bourdain

I'm currently on an Alice Neel kick. She's famous for her portraits, but I'm rather partial to her windows.

This song came on at a bar I was in the other day, reminding me of its awesomeness. It also happens to be the best song ever written about a one-night stand, in my humble opinion.

If you happen to be one of the like, four people who haven't yet listened to Tom Hank's Desert Island Discs, you must. It was predictably amazing

Snake charming

(More) Paris minibreak dreams

I intend to treat myself to this gorgeous hairpin next payday

Excited to start this new book

I need to eat one of these right now

I'm in love with this incredible statement necklace

Rug dreams

Hotel Dreams- The Providence Hotel, Paris

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So I know that technically I am sitting in an office in Midtown Manhattan, but I'd like to urgently convey that in my head I'm at The Providence Hotel in Paris. Let me take you on a little tour.

The restaurant and bar looks like this.

Each of the rooms are individually decorated with vintage furniture, and all come stocked with a full cocktail bar. Also, that headboard.

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How dangerously luxurious is this room? Also since when did I actually like, no, LOVE, wallpaper?

A bed for dreaming and mustard velvet banquettes for reading/cocktail-ing.

Just you, a clawfoot tub, and some cute Parisian chimneys for company.

Simply heavenly, non? 


All photos courtesy of Hotel Providence

Paris Je t'aime

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Paris, TSWIL

Cher Paris,

I love you. I love your medieval squares and winding lanes. Your old stone steps to be jumped down, two at a time, because you're late for dinner, because everyone's late for dinner, but, merde! You might be the latest. I love your sidewalk cafes where a coffee only ever means an espresso, served piping hot, with a saucer. I love your markets filled with fat artichokes and furious red-aproned butchers and glistening tartes aux pommes. I love that my best friends were born in you and borne of you. I love that your waiters have never done anything but openly scorn my crappy French because this is a perfect and beautiful language, a noble language, to be spoken very well or not at all, non? Oh god do I ever I love your wine. I have literally loved your boys. I love your dress code of careful, expensive dishevelment. I love your pharmacies filled with stern-faced ladies in lab coats who care as much about early onset laughter lines as they do about a summer cold. I love your matriarchs (there's nothing like a French matriarch). I love that you are tough. I love that you are sensual. I love that Gene Kelly danced across you. That Flaubert walked, boots clacking on filthy cobblestones, all around you. That my parents, in the first flush of love, wandered through your streets under the apricot shade of a pink umbrella. That that's my favorite photo ever taken of my mother. I even love your infernal habit of being completely shut down on a Monday, because who cares about Mondays anyway. I love that you did not need me but I needed you. I truly love you, Paris, Pahree, la ville de la lumière.

In the old-time movie An American in Paris, the character Lise Bouvier says, "Maybe Paris has a way of making people forget." Her companion, Jerry Mulligan, replies, "Paris? No. Not this city. It's too real and too beautiful to ever let you forget anything."

Paris. To not forgetting. To being beautiful. To staying strong despite this unimaginable reality. I raise my glass, tip my hat and kiss you, oh so softly, twice- always starting left (where the heart is).

Mi amor, ma belle ville, je t'aime.