I’ve been asked this question countless times since moving to the City of Light. My answer: every time we came to visit we were sad to leave. It’s a beautifully harmonious city – the architecture, art, people, parks, and style. Look in any direction and there is something of beauty to behold. Our family is creative. My husband, Mike is a fine artist. I’m a designer. Our son, Max is a budding creative force. We’re constantly going to galleries and art exhibitions. Art shows are advertised everywhere on the street, in the Metro stations, on buses. Often we simply flâneur. Strolling is a pastime.


In The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris by David McCullough a wave of “aspiring Americans” were coming to Paris by the 1830’s with high hopes and ambitions to excel in work that mattered to them. “…and they saw time in Paris, the experience in Paris, as essential to achieving that dream…” I relate to this. I’m en repos – taking a break by feeding my soul through spiritual contemplation and art. Mike already has a large body of paintings he’s created in the last nine months. Max is hard at work on his YouTube channel.

Max got into a good school where he’s gained quick fluency in French. We live a more “sustainable lifestyle”. We walk everywhere and use public transportation. When we need a car, we do car share or rental. The majority of the groceries and food we consume are all produced in France, so we’re supporting local business because that’s the main choice. We live in an 84 square meter apartment with a 40 square meter terasse on a quiet courtyard. We only packed what could fit in our suitcases. Our son’s bedroom faces the street with a peek-a-view of the tip of the Eiffel Tower. His nightlight is the tower’s light beam sweeping the sky.

Make no mistake; it’s an urban lifestyle. Weekday mornings when our son walks himself to school he passes our homeless “neighbors” in the square across from our building. You have to be vigilant of piles and smears of dog crap on the sidewalks. In recent months, Paris has had some of the worst air pollution in the world, beating Beijing. Paris stinks; thanks to diesel fumes, incessant nervous smoking, human piss, fishmongers, baking baguettes and Chanel.

We are meeting great people – expats and French alike. There is a civility and politeness that is human. Paris is racially and generationally diverse. Africans, models, Muslims, Asians, diplomats, gypsies, waiters, suits, hobbling old people and toddlers on push scooters.

I used to travel here for business over the last 20 years to get inspired for the next season’s line and to see the retail and consumer market trends. I’m living my dream to follow my creative urge. This is a long-term inspiration trip. I’m sketching and designing again, going back to the roots from which I veered after a long career in corporate America. It’s romantic here and I’m in love, again.

This resonated with me as an aspiring designer. It was the late 80’s and I was @ RISD. Came across this in a fashion magazine and couldn’t believe that a brand like Nike was speaking to me. (Or, FEAR OF FUTURA CONDENSED EXTRA BOLD!)


November 27, 2012

I love Paul Weller. Above the Clouds is an especially remarkable song: http://youtu.be/SkhJlMck5RM   Autumn blew it’s leaves at me, Threatening winter as I walked. Summer always goes so quick, barely stopping like my thoughts. Which dip and spin and change so fast I have to wonder – will I last. Through the windows of the […]

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November 25, 2012

  Right now I can’t get enough of Like a Hurricane by Neil Young & Crazy Horse: http://youtu.be/Obfci1CIqq8 Like A Hurricane Once I thought I saw you In a crowded hazy bar, Dancing on the light From star to star. Far across the moonbeam I know that’s who you are, I saw your brown eyes Turning […]

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