You won’t hear me saying in a couple of years from now how fab Men’s Fall Winter 2012 was.

I tried hard to get inspired, but those bifabric jackets (leather sleeves and woolen torso), cropped pants or oversized coats have not blown me away. Honestly, if my boyfriend puts that on, I’d walk 10′ behind under the radar.  Lucky me, I’m appointed official fashion stylist of the house and those will never hang up in our closet. Although I’m hopeless that he’ll never wear those shirt like jackets sigh.

I was expecting more color block and more prints (I mean wearable nice prints). Sometimes an unsurprising collection is better than a disappointing one, don’t you think?

After those meaningful comments, let’s check the few ones I loved

Pictures courtesy of NY Times 

Can’t believe Spring collections are upon us. I just bought the Elle, and all advertisings smell like warmer temperatures. I’m still layering my cashmeres to keep warm, but it feels good to look ahead!

I do not (very politely) agree with anyone proclaming Laduree is the Parisian best chicest pastry. Upon my buds, the macaron bossman in Paris is Pierre Herme.

I heard that Herme worked for Ladurée when he started his career. I don’t know whether he introduced the macaron at Ladurée or just improved the existing one, but his macarons are by far yummier. The biscuit shell is delicately crunchy. It doesn’t get stick to your teeth. The heart is … creamier. The flavors are insane. Herme’s the yoda of salty raw material used to make sweet macarons. The olive oil-hazelnut, foie gras-chololate or white truffle flavors are just some example of how genius the guy is.

I have no photo of the macarons as I used to buy a couple of them and enjoy right away with my espresso leaned on the bar of a nearby bistro. I should be in Paris in 2 months. I’ll update the pics. I promise.

On my way out to Guiana last week, I stopped one day in Paris to have my hair cut and shop beauty products to refill my bathroom cabinet. I am loyal to my Sisley products, which are cheaper in France, and nothing is as good as the beauty products I’ve been purchasing in French pharmacies for years. Among my favorites, Klorane’s shower gels smell really good and are still gentle to my dehydrated skin.They are available in tens of fresh to floral fragrances. I stocked my Bioderma cleanser as well.  It’s a non rinse soothing lotion that’s liquid like a toner but that you can use alone, no prior milk needed. I wet a cotton pad and wipe my face. All dirt and make up are gone. It leaves my skin fresh, and doesn’t dry it. Dexeryl is a hydrating cream intended for really dry skin that I mix with Melvita 100% Organic Argan Oil to moisturize my thirsty body skin. Dexeryl costs close to nothing in France. It’s really thick, but it moisturizes really well.

I wanted hard to move forward out of Paris. And I still feel glad to live in London. I did a 2 days trip to Paris 1 month ago for some administrative duties (I’m still French, though European citizen). And yeah, it’s a magnificent city. I appreciate that Paris wows tourist as I feel proud to have lived it for 7 years.

This is metro Maubert Mutualité station (I guess. I hardly remember, but it should be this one). The underground is just a convenience for me. I don’t really like traveling that way. I take the bus whenever I can in London as well. But this roof is just stunning!

Since I got the Internet set up at home only last week, I haven’t caught up with my usual online fashion consumption. I guess I’m still a Parisian girl at heart as I reviewed only Paris’ fashion week and have left the other cities for later. This season, once more, lots of opposite styles are still (straight and large pants, low and high waist, stilettos heels and wedges and so on). It feels nice to play around with our outfits. Here I stick to what works for me in terms of what I’d see myself dive into next winter. Obviously, there’s a lot more to say. But it’d be difficult in one post.

was as perfect as any last thing should be. It was mid January. Quite unusual and precious to get this blue sky and warm temperature. I hit the Club Med Gym at 10 am and look around Paris from the 22nd floor of the Pullman Hotel across the high roofed glass windows. The air was so clear and the sky was so blue that I felt capable to reaching out the Sacré Coeur over there with my finger. Looking toward the west, the roof of la Défense towers were clear of cloud for once. The day was perfect for cruising Paris like a tourist should do. Something I haven’t treated myself with for the last seven years I was living in the City of Light.
I did my arms, my 12 series of 2*8 abs, worked my back out, 15 minutes of treadmill, relaxed all the way up, 15 minutes hammam, took a good shower and off I was home grabbing my camera and flying down the metro to the Sacré Coeur. Unfortunately, a hideous building hides the view of la Défense from the Sacré Coeur. Instead I took this pic.