Dans la nuit en Paris! At Rasputine Caberet Russe Lounge. Photo Bombed by my bandmate, Pat
Our time in Paris has come and gone which makes me sad. Whenever I’m there, I feel this magnetism to the city and I start devising a plan to make a living in euros so that I can someday move there.
*le sigh*
We played two sold out shows to amazing crowds at Le Zenith. Last night was show #9… just under 100 shows left to go. #nobigdeal
Did I mention that it is Paris Fashion Week?!? So… although being front row at a Chloe or Cavalli show isn’t on my vision board, I take it as a positive sign that the timing even coincided at all. Me, being in Paris AND it being fashion week.
I had a subscription to VOGUE as a teenager (although, Elle Magazine feeds me more these days…) I love fashion and the world it lives in.
Admittedly, I didn’t go to a single show. Nor was I invited to any either. But that’s beside the point. It made people watching last night all the more interesting.
and as I watched from behind (my boss’) velvet rope at the BE Magazine party (one of three stops)… the soundtrack of my thoughts is Goapele’s ‘Closer to My Dreams’. But wait – I think – add a techno beat behind her vibe-y vocals and this whole scene would be a catwalk.
What a life. Je t’adore.
xo,
Elle
