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Cheers to the burning sun that made it impossible for me to look elsewhere than down and create this mysterious vibe.

Wait, waittttt, I have to fix these ears on my head, how else would I look like a gnome from Narnia?!?

I was wearing a Zara skirt, & Other Stories blouse, Bon Bijou necklace, Smiling Shoes heels and Celine trio bag

Photos by Ioana Liliana in Paris

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Last week I was in Paris for the 109 hours in Paris campaign – can’t wait for all the materials to be ready and show them to you – between things to do I also had some spare time to sit down at their bistros and observe what was going on, on the street.

I am not the type of girl who’s mad about Paris. Sure, I love this city, I’m not an idiotic hypocrite but I am not MAD about it! I don’t post pictures with “Paris” written all over them, I love macaroons and croissants but don’t take photos of them. I think Paris is an awesome city and has some amazingly beautiful buildings but I’m more of a Bruges, Tuscany or of course, Loire Valley adorer.

But sitting there, on the terrace of this Parisian bistro and observing how their life was unveiling in front of my eyes I understood what’s so mesmerizing about Paris. It’s this perfect mixture of breathtaking architecture, seductive customs – their petite bistros/boulangeries, etc – and the art of effortless but so elegant and simple style that made Parisian women so famous. They’ve discovered The Art of Living!

Then it made me think about what The Art of Living mean for me. Maybe the art of living means to struggle to make our lives amazing, to fill them with wonderful small moments, to stop desiring tons of clothes or cloths when style and elegance lay in the most simple items and most of all, I think the art of living lays in how you build your character, how you set your values and what kind of person you would  love to become.

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And suddenly I look  up  and look into the future and smile. I think I’m becoming just the person I planned to be a long time ago. And not even the sun will shine as bright as I will! And that’s a promise!

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Sure, in most of the present time being me means jumping in little fountains in the backyard of a Parisian museum.

Oh, well, I will grow up someday.

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Le chat (is this correct? I’m shit at this French speaking) Morodan