{PARIS}

because i finally have something to say..

  After several months of traipsing around London with my head in the clouds, ready to head back to my beloved Paris and practicing French verbs, a wrench was thrown in my plans and I was left utterly devastated and irrevocably heartbroken. Alas, I cannot return to my Paris life as I had hoped, and am left in London amongst cheerful people, umbrellas, big red buses and bad teeth. Woe is me.

  Is there anything more humbling than losing everything you took for granted? I doubt it. Trust me, I've done the leg work. In fact, I can say with total confidence that it took losing my Parisian life to fully appreciate how glorious my life is in London. Albeit, the people aren't as beautiful, the food isn't as good and the street style is honestly painful at times. Even still, I've found London to be surprisingly cosmopolitain, friendly, clean and most importantly, sexy. My journey around Britain has been enriching and sometimes just as awe-inspring as the cobbled streets of Paris.

  Of course, I will never let Paris go. The City of Love will always have my heart. But lets be honest, I don't think we were ever exclusive. I think that Paris and I were in an open relationship. I hope so, because I've fallen in love with London.

- The MOD

because i'm in london

So kiddies, I've been gone. For that, I'm sorry. But I have to admit, my brief Parisian life inspired me to write about as much as sitting in a Police Station would inspire a person to dance.

Contrarily, Paris inspired me to cry, scream, sleep and crumble all in the name of sheer happiness. I hadn't the time nor will to sit in front of my beloved MacBook and shed my usual shameless cliches, stock nouns and slack verbs.

I'm sitting in an overpriced lounge at a London train centre, waiting, writing and reflection on the week thats passed. I've found myself blind with euphoria and laughing so hard I was embarrassed, simply because I didn't know how else to deal.  I walked (although with a very experienced and sexy tour guide), through the areas in Paris that are worthy of happy tears.  I ate Paris food, I walked Paris streets, I lived a real Paris life, and now I'm gone. (Moment of silence please.)

And now I'm over it.

London has welcomed me with open, fish'n'chip filled arms.

I have photos, yes. But they're stuck in a camera with no way out. So for now you're left with photos from my MacBook's photo booth.

I'll make my exit on two notes, one is a photo of the first (terrible tasting and overpriced) meal I've had in London.

The second is this:

There's an age old saying; "Yes a bird may love a fish, but where would they live?"

Apparently, they'd live in London.

Until next time,

The MOD

English Patience

{home is wherever I'm with you.}

My French Connexion...

{Photo Love: Ida Bjørvik}

bike love

For the past 2 years, my daydreams have always wandered into scenes of galavanting through Paris on a bicycle with a basket on. In the daydream, I'm wearing a full patterned skirt and a pair of white Keds, and everyone smiles as I ride past, because I'm reminding them how happy Paris can truly make a person. Oh, did I mention that there is a giant baguette and a bouquet of flowers sticking out of the basket? No, I do not have too much time on my hands.. 

10 days. 

To Be Adored

Oh, Did you think I was abandoning you again? Let me tell you, dear readers, that my love for fashion will always outweigh my love for all things pretty.. and thats sayin' something.  To Be Adored is my latest fav, specializing in silky, flowing fabrics and my ever-adored vintage feel. 

Found this photo story on Here Comes The Sun.. and decided that I will now post every single thing that makes me spontaneously break out in a smile. 

TBA has a facebook page, so if you want to snag any of their Beatrix Potter-esque clothing, just add them. 

Oh La La..