Good morning, Tuesday. It's gloomy and chilly in New York and for some reason I'm enjoying it. Perhaps it's my fear of exposing my winter gams to the world, or maybe it's just that I'm a fan of cuddly cold air. Before you all start freaking though, just know that tomorrow it's going to be 70 degrees in Manhattan, so there. Quit your yammering on about our endless winter...
I will say that as Spring seems to be in a bit of a holding pattern and current events being as they are these days, one of the best things about keeping this blog is to not only show you what's going on in fashion and beyond, but to be able to share a particular state of "mine" with all of you. Lately I'm having that old familiar wanderlust setting in, and as I cruised up the West Side Highway today, my brain went to my magical vacation to France. If I had my way today, I'd be drinking wine and eating cheap and perfect oysters. I came across a blog today called "Manger" all about- you guessed it- eating and living in France, in particular the Medoc region, home to lovely wine and fabulous oysters. Allow me to take you to another place right now, and please enjoy this lovely plate of oysters while you're there. Perhaps we'll run into each other.
And that's what's up this Francophiliac of a Tuesday in ze NYC. XO