Home, Wherever That May Be
Sincere apologies for that fake-deep blog post title. For a blog named Sartreuse it is only natural I let out my inner existentialist every once in a while and a recent academic setback has brought my spirits down a little. Anyway, I am back in Paris for a bit as I have no uni courses in Amsterdam in January and am wrapping up the writing for two research projects on sociolinguistics and one more related to phonetics. Which equals me staring at my computer screen for long periods of time and swearing over random bits of data.
Outfit-wise, I don’t think I have experienced this type of hiemal weather in Paris in a long while, and have adapted a sartorical strategy of wrapping myself up in my Acne scarf, cashmere turtleneck, A.P.C. jeans (of which the darker one is currently on sale) and Isabel Marant Garett boots for my takeout of my habitual morning espresso and almond croissant. I have been trying out my friend’s Diptyque Philosykos perfume and have fallen in love with the scent, although I consider it to be a more summery fragrance.
Also, the winter sale is going on, but I want to choose the shops I visit wisely. I might bike over to Montmartre (and started biking in Paris – say a little prayer for me) to check out the A.P.C. Surplus sale, which usually has an additional fifty percent off their regular discounted items. Other than that I might pop in at the Sézane store this week, as I liked their recent collaboration with Madewell (and this jumpsuit in particular). I might check out Louise Damas and other upcoming designers at Le Bon Marché, go see the Cy Twombly exhibition, and perhaps visit Merci (and admire their beautiful goods – and ridiculous prices). I love their café though; Paris also appears to be picking up the concept of Nordic cosy. Now that I am back for a bit, I was thinking about writing a Paris guide – both for (vintage) shopping and my usual hangouts. Would you be interested in reading one?