The meeting of two or more bloggers in real life creates an odd dynamic. Levels of potential awkwardness / hostility range from Job Interview, to Blind Date, to Lion Cubs From Separate Wildlife Refuges Sniffing Each Other Out. Meeting in person essentially undoes much of the hard work one puts into their blog as a reflection of their most attractive, interesting qualities. On a style blog, the most basic inquiries of of in person acquaintanceship—what you do for a living, what your manners are like, your tone of voice, pore size, general disposition, etc—can go unanswered for years. Meeting a fellow blogger pits your personality against the carefully constructed persona of your blog. I'm always afraid of people being disappointed by meeting me in person. I try very hard to keep the quality of this blog low enough so as to avoid having to meet unreasonable expectations.
|vintage blouse and knit coat via the loved one // seychelles make a scene mary janes // thrifted bag and skirt|
Elodie and I met at the Tuileries, because, well, I wasn't sure where to go, and that's all I see in the background of Paris fashion week photos, so it must be some sort of Mecca where fashion people of all stripes congregate any time of the year. I asked if there was any place to eat nearby. "Um, I don't know, I don't really go here that often" Elodie said diplomatically. I realized that asking her to meet me at the Tuileries would be like a blogger coming to LA and asking me to meet them at Mann's Chinese Theater—I'd be happy to do it, but equally at a loss as to where we could go from there. On our way back to the Metro a sweet older woman commented that we looked beautiful, and asked to take out picture. So my secret desire to get street-stye snapped in the Tuileries did come to fruition, even if it was just by a tourist with a Nikon CoolPix.
It was the first time I really got to see Paris since landing here. We went all over creation, did some vintage shopping (more on that later), visited a gallery, talked a lot about art and TV and movies and if girls in France are really into Audrey Hepburn and Anna Karina as much girls in the US (the answer is a resounding yes, and possibly even more so). I even broke my no McDonald's vow, and it was sooooo good. O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Elodie took these photos somewhere in La Marais, though I'm not sure what building we're in. We got lost a few times, but it was wonderful, and I'll be happy to do it again before going home.