Showing posts with label j'adore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label j'adore. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

J'Adore Repettos



Red Repettos, watercolor, 9" x 11"

Di commented,
How many times have I not found Repetto in Paris? This post is for you.
Repetto has been around since 1947. You should have found it by now, non? Where else can you find so many plain vanilla black ballerinas? *Note another shooter making movies. They're smart at Repetto. They understand our obsessions. They are kind to addicts. All of our old dreams of becoming a ballerina. Repetto grabs hold of our 5-year old brain playing to all our deepest fantasies. Pretend you're a prima ballerina and sit down on a red velvet banquette. Note the velvet ropes on the left.
Dance, ballerina dance! Pick out your toe shoes.
Ahhh, that it were possible - size 6 svp. More ballerina fantasies. Note how Fr Girls wear bows in their hair. Alice Je T'aime. And these are not 7 yr-olds. They are grownups.
The fabled tutus on display.
'Oui, I'll have the white one on the left svp.
'Yeah I'm in Swan Lake ya know' More ballerina outfits to twirl around at home, chez vous.The endless colors. Merci Repetto. Just like a macaron shop non?
Ballerines = Macarons
Trop délicieuse. J'Adore. Miam-Miam

 The window are set up like a stage - with footlights


 Get out at the Opera Metro station
Turn right.
Cross the street.
Turn to your left. Cross rue de la Paix.
Walk down 100 meters or so. Et Voila!
 I found plain-vanilla black ballerinas at a much lower price than Repetto (150) I showed French Girl before purchasing. She had a fit on the spot.
'MON DIEU!
YOU CAN NOT BUY THESE!
YOU MUST BUY REPETTOS! J'ADORE REPETTOS!'
Luckily I found a red pair on sale. 
BONJOUR REPETTO!
 

Monday, March 29, 2010

J'Adore

I was browsing Galeries Lafayette Home, when I heard someone say,
"Moi, j'adore les rayee!"/Me, I adore stripes with the emphasis on the adore.
Back in the appart I told French Girl what I had for lunch. She exclaimed passionately,
"J'ADORE LE STEAK-FRITES!!!"
Wha'?
Ask any French Girl about ice cream and she'll tell you she ADORES Berthillon
There is no ice cream but Berthillon, particularly caramel au beurre salé. Kyle adores Tarte Tatin He kept hinting I should order it at chez Georges (so he could eat mine?) I did not. I would be tempted to eat it and fall into a sugar coma.
c'est la vie Every French Girl on the planet adores her ELLE magazine, which comes out on Fridays, so she can spend the entire week-end devouring all the trends/tendances and tips and tear out important bits for the coming week.
By the way, ELLE 'adores' the Trench.
Maybe the trench is always in for Spring? I saw a loads of them on the street.
Bien sur the French adore their Alice (A-Leece).
An unbeatable combo held in great esteem - Repetto ballerines .
Fr Girl could not believe that I wanted to leave behind my Repetto ribboned bag and take just the shoes.
"But there are so many things you can do with the bag!" she cried.
Moi, j'adore stalking French pastry. Even more than eating it, which is insane. Maybe the camera acts as a protective barrier. I see tartes and petit fours as abstract colors and shapes.   
  
"RUN! vite vite vite!" and I did.
Even if you're from Kansas, which undoubtedly some of you are, tell em you're from New York for some instant cachet.
"J'adore New York!" you will hear over and over.
Tous les mondes adores les macarons.
It's a fact. Something to dream about....
So what do YOU ADORE about Paris?
BONJOUR J'ADORE!

Moi, j'adore les palmiers, but the voices in my head said, Parisiens ADORE New York. It's true.