I. F$&KING. DIE.

Seriously. This person/genius is so ridiculously talented I actually do not have words.
Check out the talent @ www.luxirare.com

Christmas Lovin' x

from left: Yan in Stillier, Lou in Sanna, Chungy in A&S, Lee in Carmen Steffens

xx

How to avoid becoming a blimp in Paris

Extremely difficult. Sorry ladies.

It doesn’t help that there is an astonishing number of patisseries in this town full of glorious desserts, pastries and various other ass enlarging treats. It also doesn’t help that jogging boarders on being a national offense.

So after scaring myself one morning with my own reflection, yet again, I decided a solution must be found…



Auguste is actually a triple threat clothing store, exhibition venue and café that “provides all the street culture freshness” one could want. So while satisfying your need for culture and clothing you can also satisfy your appetite with Canteen Auguste, the café, which offers a great array of healthy soups, salads, smoothies and the odd French traditional like ‘foie gras de canard’.
Mais oui, but of course!

It’s a tiny hole in the wall kind of place located in a little back street near Bastille and it is always packed. The portions are sizeable and the quality of produce, decent. I have this on good authority from a raw vegan die-hard.

Continuing to ‘bring the freshness’, the staff are hilarious. Three skater/lumberjack guys behind the counter all wearing the same black beanie, moustaches and straggly hair looking thoroughly pleased with themselves as if they have just nailed a really difficult rail jump, ollie or are this kid.



This coupled with tunes belting from a genuine eighties hifi stereo in the corner generally makes for a ‘good times to be had while eating a salad’ atmosphere. I’m not saying renounce the croissant, don’t be ridiculous. Just earn it with a visit to Canteen Auguste.

Bon appetite. Pendo

Find out more about Auguste (in English) - http://www.augusteparis.fr

My baby don’t care for (op shop) clothes

Let’s be honest, most op shops are totally shite. Spending an afternoon ferreting around exploding racks of ill-fitting eighties gear in the hope you will find a gem and then further hoping that someone will ask you where you found said gem to which you can smugly reply “oh just in this little op shop I found” is just not worth the effort (and that weird op shop smell) in my opinion.

Except for this one.







Petite Fripe is located in the grungy, ‘fuck off if you’re a tourist’ part of Paris called Oberkampf. Grinning from ear to ear the moment I stepped through the red doors I was stunned by the well-balanced selection of clothes, accessories and general cool shit. Normally I would say the ratio of op shop gem versus gagging awful is about 1 in 100 but in Petite Fripe you will find it more around 1 in 10. The owner, a Spanish native has an eye for the interesting and it shows. Pieces are not just second hand, they are one offs and in fabulous condition.

The selection of boots and bags is outstanding and he hasn’t overloaded on a particular decade giving the store a nice balance of 60s, 70s and 80s. And it’s organised. Well set out, you won’t waste time and it boasts a very cool corner of jumpsuits or ‘combi’, which are all very Maria-Elena of Vicky, Christina Barcelona and better still just 20EUR. Lordy, pricing like that is rare in this city.





Whether an op shop fiend or not check this out while in Paris. Find a gem, take it home and get your best smug face on because I guarantee you will be asked the question, and when you do, you can respond “oh just in this little op shop I found… in Paris”. Noice.

Petite Fripe: 118 rue Oberkampf 75011 Paris phone: 0149234092

Bisou xx
SP

french do IT (PUNK) better

I NEED.



Image courtesy of Knighttcat

Is that really you?

Flawless.

Speechless.

I. WANT. THAT. HAIR.

(on her head and the one she is wearing).

My dear Constance,

Something about lavender suede just hints the long waited arrival of spring.



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