31 January 2014

Winter At The Royal Opera House

I decided on my attire in advance for last night's performance of Giselle. Being curious as to the official stance, I checked the Royal Opera House website: "There is no dress code – feel free to dress up or down." I hoped the majority of attendees would choose the first option. When I arrived at Bow Street, Covent Garden, I was relieved to find my attire one amongst a sea of stylish options. Unfortunately, I did catch sight of one sorry human being outfitted in Uggs and sweatpants. The orchestra was wearing black tie and the conductor white for goodness' sake.
Winter At The Royal Opera House


27 January 2014

Thoughts of Paris

The preconceived notions we had held about Gare du Nord were not realized as we disembarked the Eurostar in Paris. Thus our plan to do away with expectations was reestablished. Our first trip to Paris filled us with every emotion we had. Joy, love, contentment, anger, disappointment, shock, sadness, and frustration were all parts of our emotional spectrum as we journeyed through the dim and the bright crevices of the City of Lights.  

The Bright:
  1. Our quintessentially Parisian flat complete with white chair cushions, textured walls, balcony and rustic hardwood floors. The perfect hideaway from tourists.
  2. The divine Napoleonic Apartments at the Musée du Louvre.
  3. Macaroons from La Maison Ladurée are the best in this city. Macaroons from the New York and London locations do not compare.
  4. Our obligatory dinner cruise down the Seine on the comfortable Calife.
  5. Eating french fries. Eating food in general.
  6. Delicious GrandLait frais entier.
  7. The view we enjoyed of Paris after climbing the Arc de triomphe was unparraled and the wait in the queue was not horrendous.
  8. Our successful conversations with les Parisiens over our supposed language barrier was marked by merriment and mutual adoration.  
  9. Conversing with other Americans while away from America was a special experience characterized by instant camaraderie.   
  10. The expansion of my striped shirt collection via the acquirement of two Saint James Galathée tees.
  11. The glittering tour Eiffel.
The Dim: 
  1. The ill-mannered tourists in Paris behave as if they have been raised in captivity and have suddenly been released into society. They diminish everything they touch. We had to fight them off rather aggressively.
  2. We battled the gypsies who attempted to pick our pockets.
  3. We also fought the men who sell miniature tour Eiffel figurines throughout the city.
  4. The queue for the ascent to the real tour Eiffel was heinous.  
  5. Repeatedly paying 7 euros for a bottle of Evian was a bit unsettling.
  6. The snobby sales woman at Saint James Rue Cler.
Beyonce's ***Flawless played on the iPod as the train emerged from the Chunnel into Britain. I  had never been happier to go home to London.
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16 January 2014

Longchamp at Louvre

I made my case for Le Pliage without hesitation when asked if it was a life necessity. The nylon agrees with damp weather and the leather handles are the ideal width for a comfortable grasp. Due to its lightweight nature, my arms are not unnecessarily burdened. I am free to run around Musée du Louvre, whilst sidestepping ill-mannered tourists. And besides, it folds into a highly portable rectangle. 
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14 January 2014

Ladurée Champs-Élysées

The only thing better than eating a Ladurée macaroon is consuming it at Ladurée itself. When home in America, I am never too far from the shop on the Upper East Side. It is quaint but lacks the dining atmosphere one finds in Europe due to its petite size. When in Paris, I have complete control over my Ladurée experience. At the Champs-Élysées location, I can sit on a swivel chair at the bar, make reservations for lunch or take macaroons away. They are best in Paris, although scooping them up from London's Burlington Arcade location on the way to class is far from merely settling.
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11 January 2014

The Reign

Step 1. Select your tiara. I favor pearls.

Step 2. Keep your chin up and shoulders back. The face, not the forehead, of the wearer should appear to be carrying the tiara.

Step 3. Relax your mind and your face. Your tiara is added weight, but you are magnificent and can carry it.

Step 4. Protect your glittering headwear. Do not willingly lead yourself into compromising situations. Venturing about London at 12 AM by yourself is not acceptable, nor wise.

Step 5. Despite efforts to protect your tiara, you will meet jealous individuals who will attempt to steal it. Upon which you will have to put Churchill's words into practice, telling them "to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip."

Step 6. Jealousy is a vicious beast and may not be tamed on the first attempt. When a jealous individual attacks you for the second time, you will need to tell him to bow down. Your enemy will be put in his place straightaway.

Step 7. Remove your tiara before bed. Fill your head with dreams.
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