Today is my first day back in school, starting off with French… It’s been a long infatuation of mine, rolling that somewhat condescending pronunciation on my tongue, and I feel ridiculously silly being so excited for the first class but I simply can’t help it…
I hate to be so trivial, but learning another language always seemed to me like passing by a glass door into a whole new intricate collection of experiences (and the benefit of ease dropping to stranger’s conversation while they have no clue you understand of course…) Every language has those little crumbs of life that are merely impossible to translate, we try, and explain with long, cumbersome sentences but in my mind truly graceful existence can fully manifest only by owning several keys, to those alluring glass doors…
I though today is just the right opportunity to share the photo above with you, it was taken in Paris on a 1949 film, by a relatively new collaborator (last featured here) on CHIC A LA’ RUSSE, Michael R Dunham. How flawlessly dreamy?




























