The easy life of Emmanuel in Paris: April 2012

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Rain drops falling on my head...

OMG! It’s been raining like forever in Paris since what it seems like 2 years. Kidding! I’d say it’s been pouring nonstop for at least a week and it starts to get on my nerves. I actually feel a little bit gloomy/bluish or Smookly (only my friends can get this as they know I love inventing strange words to describe when I feel a bit down).

Consequently, Mr. B.F. and I keep booking trips away. We even already organized the August holidays on a tiny mini super cute Greek island (like super mini… like 5.2 Km²!!!).

I don’t realy know why but when I get through this “it’s raining way too much” depression, I keep checking old 50/60/70’s beach pictures. And you know what? It seems that Mr. Porter is doing the same as they have a very nice “How to look good on the beach” story in the April 24^th issue. So… poor me… I browsed the web and found some really cool vintage/hunks pictures that I thought could help you to cheer you up and wait ‘till the sun decided to come back.

XXX

Friday, April 06, 2012

Café de Mars, oh yeahhhh!

It’s funny ‘cause when I decided to run this blog, I thought I would mostly talk about fashion and things that I like or hate… I am very judgmental! Ok? And I ended up writing about my everyday life. This time, I am gonna mix & match all this.

Wednesday was the birthday of my sister, my beloved nephew & my “I am a sexy girl in love with another sexy girl but I am not lesbian” super cool friend. Sister & nephew will take place on Saturday afternoon, so Wednesday was free for friends. Pay attention now ‘cause you gonna understand how I ended up in the middle of the 7^th in Paris (I hate left bank! I hate the 7^th!) & had a super cool/über amazing/super good dinner.

This is the part where I talk about my life: Once… At the time of my fashion splendor, I used to work free lance for Balenciaga in Paris & New York. Yep… I know… You’re stunned! I met this amazing group of people. Among them two became part of my best friends “gang” (one of them is having s*x with the “I am a sexy girl in love with another sexy girl but I am not lesbian” aka they’re in love!)… Some are just people that I bump into from time to time with a lot of pleasure. Delphine is one of them. She is the funniest girl ever. We had the time of our life once in NY at Pyramid!!!! She got married, got a baby, left B. Blablablah… Her husband (like super tall & ultra sweet) just opened this place called “Le Café de Mars” in the here above mentioned f*cking 7^th!

OK… (again ok! Gosh I talk like The Nanny <= only the gays & old ladies will get this!). I wasn’t really thrilled to go there, ride my vespa for at least 30 minutes, get lost on the left bank (hum… hum…). But I love the girls so I said “Let’s go”.

That, my friends, was a good decision!!!! This place is just amazing. Perfectly Parisian but without excess (not Amélie Poulain, ok). Just the standard regular next-door bar that offers very good food & wine.

The food first: Tuna rolls with avocado & wasabi guacamole. No comment. Just perfection. The guacamole is kinda addictive. John Dory with asparagus… Perfect cooking. No comment, again. Homemade Banana Strawberry sorbet & homemade chocolate chips & nuts cookie. I still have the taste of the cookie in my mouth.

The wine: No memories of the name but again a perfect choice.

The waitress is super nice (worth to be mentioned in Paris)

All in all: Go there! Like now!

Café de Mars

11 r Augereau
75007 Paris

+33 (0) 1 45 50 10 90

1972 - 1982

I am sure you know those evenings.

The ones you get so bored 'cause there is nothing on TV, you have already browsed style.com from A to Z and reviewed the entire Fall 12 season shows... The ones you end up on your (new & super cute) sofa browsing youtube on your iPad while pretending watching a cheesy movie on the cable.
And for me there is a rule: I always end up watching dead singers from the 80's... Gosh... There is something so wrong with me. It's like I am stuck in those bloody 80's. It's like I'm trapped at The Palace... I keep watching Thierry Le Luron, Aznavour, Umberto Tozzi and the rest of the band... and suddenly, I got it... What i love is that they're on stage wearing nothing but tuxedos and their girls friends are covered with glitzy (i love that word) Azzaro long gowns...

So please, can anyone explain me how come the guy that never leaves his A.P.C. raw denim and Nike sneakers... The same guy that freaks out when he has to wear a pair of real pants (I am not saying chinos here!). The one that gets hysterical when he has a "black tie" dinner (once every 56 years, relax)... Why this guy (aka me by the way) loves loves loves that...

And then... Bing! Bang! Bong! I remember... My mother going out... Bleach blond hair. Long silky dresses... Fur coats... über high heels... How she loved Sylvie Vartan. How she was happy to tell me that pregnant (from me, yeah!!!) she went out dancing in a club near the Champs Elysées with her best friend (she doesn't drink, ok! And that was 1972!)... OMG, I got it... This is all coming back from that time and from here. I'd better thank her 'cause watching those videos I realized that I'd like to have been there at that time. Going out with some friends wearing tux's, drinking champagne at Regine's in Monte Carlo (yeahhhh so 80's) and dancing with my girlfriends all dressed up in Diamant Noir (only some will remember I guess)...

Oh yeah... and you know what, I think this new year's eve I made it. Smoking Marlboro Menthol Light & wearing a full Acné tuxedo (like pants + jackets + shirt + bow tie). You know what? ===> I really enjoyed it. Ok, my super cute B.F. (who's one of the most elegant guy in the world) pushed me into this but I really enjoyed it... Oh... and just 'cause the party was called "Heels Guy's", I was wearing Gold rhinestones Louboutin Pigalle. Can you be more 80's?

xxxx

E

Siempre Fascinante Semana Santa

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

Call me a mystic. Call me a religious but. I don’t care. I have always been and I guess I’ll always be fascinated by the pictures of the holly week in Sevilla. Browsing the web this morning, I ended up on Le Nouvel Observateur site and found those great pictures. I just wanted to share them on this special day. It’s Good Friday!

Happy Easter.