But when I look around on the streets of Paris, I see nothing but a sea of black, gray, and beige, muted tones of lavender and dusty blue, and the very occasional pop of pink. It may be hip and happening and it may be just the ticket for setting off the last gasps of those Côte d'Azur acquired tans, but to me, it's blah blah blah. (That is, except for those ladies with the dyed maroon hair. I so do not understand that.) Anyway, I'm thumbing my nose at the experts and sticking with my lightweight quilted pink jacket for the next few weeks and my bright red woolen coat when the temperatures drop. Yes, just another American ingrate in Paris.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Fall Colors
But when I look around on the streets of Paris, I see nothing but a sea of black, gray, and beige, muted tones of lavender and dusty blue, and the very occasional pop of pink. It may be hip and happening and it may be just the ticket for setting off the last gasps of those Côte d'Azur acquired tans, but to me, it's blah blah blah. (That is, except for those ladies with the dyed maroon hair. I so do not understand that.) Anyway, I'm thumbing my nose at the experts and sticking with my lightweight quilted pink jacket for the next few weeks and my bright red woolen coat when the temperatures drop. Yes, just another American ingrate in Paris.
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3 comments:
you go girl!
I brought a bright red raincoat with me and luckily haven't had a chance to wear it yet. But I will!
Although to tell the truth, virtually all my wardrobe, even in the States, is black. Sometimes I can only identify the piece in the closet by feel.
Shelli
I'm with you on this one. Every year in Paris those same colors are in: gray, greige, beige, black and dusty rose, lavender and pink. Here is my theory: les Parisiennes — and les Françaises in general — look good in those colors, and that is why they are ever-popular, regardless of what the catwalks say. I, unfortunately, look half-dead in nearly all of those shades, except for black. Which is why, every winter, I walk around Paris in black and/or white, dreaming of something . . . orange. — J.A. Getzlaff, Foreign Parts, foreignparts.typepad.com
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