Big news.
In which I blow all your minds.
I didn’t buy a return ticket to Paris. It wasn’t intentional. It was more logistical. See, I knew I’d be in California for at least a few weeks and then me, sis, bro-in-law and nephew were all probably going to fly to NY for Passover and, presumably—eventually—I’d return to Paris sometime end of April. I just wasn’t sure of the date yet. But then. Well, then. I fell in love with San Fransisco as I knew I would. I love the colorful Victorian houses and wild tree varities and proximity to water. I love the food scene and temperate weather and being understood again when I speak. And, it’s a lot closer to family here in the US of A, most especially my boo Calvin.
And so ever since arriving in the Golden State a little over two weeks ago, I’ve been pondering a “what if” scenario where I traded the City of Light for the Golden City, and I think—despite having just obtained my 10-year-visa for France (because OF COURSE; isn’t that always how it goes?!) that I’m going to give good ’ole ’Merica a shot once again. Only this time I’ll be over on the Left Coast. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’m not sure of timing yet or any of the details. Obviously, I have a lot of things to settle and figure out. After all, Paris has been my home for over 7 years! I have friends. An apartment. A life.
But I guess there was a reason why I hadn’t yet purchased that return ticket. Things were a bit…up in the air, despite my not actually being up in the air. So voila. There’s your news. And there’s my attempt at an April Fool’s Day joke.
Did you really believe me??? Come on! I can afford to live in SF — or any major U.S. city for matter — like Will Smith can take a (bad) joke. :) See ya Tuesday from LA, the Friday after that from NY, and, by end of the month as planned, back in Pareeee. Bon week-end, friends. (And desolée for the psych out, Mom & Dad.) xx — Sara
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A fashion designer who fled during Fashion Week. | Back Row
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Soooooo… balloons are having a moment? | the NY Times
The Girlbosses have left the building. | The Cut
Bopping around Bordeaux’s Bacalan-Docks. | (Me for) Hemispheres
Remember Blue Man Group? Here’s an oral history. | Vulture
On losing a brother and traveling with his remains. | The Cut
Watchable
It was the slap heard and seen around the world and Jimmy Kimmel’s take on it was ACE. Lots of lol-moments from both Jimmy and Guillermo.
Pretty psyched for this. Will he sing “You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feelin’” again, though?
Currently Overthinking…
…how many nights to spend in Israel’s Negev desert…possibly alone…
Souvenir: Pippi Longstocking
I wish I could tell you how or why the fictional character with red hair, pigtails, and freckles appeared in my head—in the middle of the night, no less—but alas, she did, and hence, she is this week’s throwback. My sister and I were pretty obsessed with the 1988 movie “The New Adventures of Pippy Longstocking” and, of course, her pet monkey. Mr. Nilsson, 4EVA.
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You totally got me. I was actually kind of offended you decided west coast instead of NYC. 🙈