Photo: Pershing Hall
Thigh-highs. No seriously, I mean it. I went shopping at the Monoprix (like a French version of Target, though possibly cooler) the other day and I bought what I thought were tights. Yeah, not so much.
I discovered this morning as I was getting dressed to attend Maison et Objet that they were, in fact, thigh highs. It is far too cold to go bare-legged so I put them on. They gave me a kind of "I know something you don't know" swagger all day. The "Je ne said quoi" part of French-girl style often stems from their confidence and belief in how beautiful they are and I think thigh-highs might play a major role. Or at least they did for me. So I'm taking my thigh-highs to Pershing Hall, a hotel bar created by the genius minds behind Hotel Costes and designed by the amazing Andrée Putman.
À tout a l'heure mes amis!