Tag: paris
the loneliest i’ve ever felt.
it was a night of extremes. buttoned up to loud.
after checking out the opening of the EDWARD HOPPER exhibit at the GRAND PALAIS, ANA + i went to meet ASTRID at CAFÉ MARIE STUART.
bohemian ASTRID looking flawless.
later that evening: the view from the cab on the way to a late night FAVELA CHIC stop.
and inside one of my favorite spots to dance in PARIS.
taking a coffee at CAFÉ DE LA BOURSE with ANA. our cake ingredients fit handsomely in my leather shopping sack courtesy of STAMPD LA.
never thought i’d actually go inside, but i ended up stumbling in here after a night at LA REGINE just a few doors down. checked off my list + don’t think i’ll be returning.