A few of the cheeses at Alléosse on Rue Poncelet, one of the best affineurs (literally: ripeners) in Paris. Note that most of those in the picture are “au lait cru,” made with raw milk, which would make them of questionable legality in the United States, and in many states harder to buy than a gun.
Ongoing gray skies in Paris this morning.
Endlessly jealous of our Paris counterparts.
It’s difficult to understand why certain color combinations wallop the emotions with startling impact. It’s hard to explain why some fabrics and silhouettes make a woman feel as if her beauty is effortless. And ultimately, it may be impossible to figure out precisely why certain clothes can make a woman feel smart—as though she has deciphered a riddle that eludes most everyone else or avoided a trap into which others have stumbled.
[Photos L-R: Nathalie Lagneau, Catwalking / Getty Images; Dominique Charriau, WireImage / Getty Images; Chris Moore, Catwalking / Getty Images]
Twilight on the Champs Élysées tonight. New Year’s Eve. The mists of time.
From our sister Tumblr in Paris, France: the start of a new feature, Daily Kiosque (or kiosk, quiosco, etc). A selection of oday’s headlines:
Libé headlines on “Disgraceful Europe,” claiming, “In the eyes of its citizens, Europe has become a synonym for austerity.”
Le Figaro headlines on Nicolas Sarkozy and Angela Merkel’s successful late-night powwow for a common stance on the euro, the paper, true to type, painting Sarkozy heroically.
Le Parisien gets to the real important stuff, the impending battle between two French loves: strikes and vacation.
Le Point goes thriller, headlining on “The Mafia in France.”
Le Nouvel Observateur: “From Caesar to DSK. Sex, Power, and Scandals.”
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