Talking with a friend this weekend about world travels, and I mentioned my love for Paris, and he asked why aren’t you there? Best question I’ve been asked in a long time.
Although it may just be Wednesday, and I may just be staring away at my computer screen for another day, we can always dream we are elsewhere…

he wants to live in Paris with me

Amazing video…
I thought I’d share one of my favorite Paris moments:
Waiting in line at Chez Omar to eat some of the best couscous in Paris, not far from my apartment, and of course my mom strikes up a conversation with the group in front of us. We soon learn that Chez Omar is also known for their French fries which our new friends share with us when we end up getting seated next to them at one of the large community tables. Oh and also, they happened to be German fashion designers in town for fashion week. They kindly invited us to their show. My mom sadly was flying out the day before, but I popped over to their atelier the next day to grab my invite. Flash forward to the show, held at an old Parisienne elementary school, just casually standing in the back and my German friend from school (he spoke 5 languages, chain smoked, and was always dressed just right – sigh) walks in – cheek, cheek – what are you doing here? Oh, I just hang out at these things. He was there with a friend studying fashion in Milan, of course. We all sat in the front row and gossiped away. Sigh, parfait, n’est-ce pas?
Where would you like to be on this lovely Wednesday?

all black

Growing up and going shopping, my mom always tried to convince me to get another color other than black. No, I did not go through a gothic phase (just had to put that out there). The perennial question was ‘do you really need another black dress?’ That is like someone asking me if I really need another pair of shoes or if I like chocolate? Rhetorical questions. I guess I’ve just been a New Yorker from the very start. Known for our culture of wearing black, what better way of life could there be?
**No one does all black better than Emmanuelle.

One of my roommates introduced me to Samantha’s website. A seasoned matchmaker in New York, Samantha answers question for us women who are struggling to understand the dating scene of this crazy city. One interesting fact that she brought up was that males respond better to women in color because they think  they look happier. All black can make them appear bitchy and/or not as much fun. She also mentions that they tend to like the color red.

Flash forward to the weekend. I decide to take Samantha up on her advice and wear the only red top I own out on the town for a friend’s bday.  What better occasion to go peacocking? Of course come the night of, I text my friend tell her I look like a disco ball, and switch to a dark green top (baby steps! – with black leather pants, duh). For some reason I just don’t like wearing very bright colors. The one time I wore a bright blue shirt to my office I felt like I was impersonating a smurf all day and have yet to wear it again.

I asked a male friend to weigh in on Samantha’s opinion of women in black and the color red. His response:

I notice girls faces more than what they are wearing. And the cuts of clothes way more than the color of the clothes. Men are more likely to approach women who are cute and look like they’re having fun or happy, not sure the color of clothing matters.’

Not too much help there although he mentions approaching women who look ‘fun or happy’. Hmm…maybe I should cut down on the death stares at bars (a topic for another day). I want to also point out that he lives in Texas and probably does not fully understand the ‘all black’ concept that is prevalent here in NYC. At the same time, he lives in Texas, so has got to keep up a good reputation in case he comes to visit and wants to be able to hit on all of my friends. 

What are your thoughts on all black or do you wear a lot of color?