once upon a time, a long, long time ago, a young husband and wife realized that they needed a break from windex, mini-vans, and groceries ... they needed to inject some glamour into their otherwise hum-drum lives.
they decided the only proper thing to do was to go to paris ... air france, their only carrier, hotel d'aubusson their only bolthole, and jacques cagna their preferred choice for dining. they dusted off their most elegant finery, packed it gingerly in their carry-on bags, and arranged for the kids to be taken care of.
for 72 hours, this fine young couple indulged in all of the pleasures that life had to offer - time together, sleeping late, walking along the seine, afternoon coffees, some champagne upon returning to the room, and languishing in the freedom of it all.
one of the things that they rediscovered was that it became possible to remake their image according to their own fantasy. paris had given them that back, and what a gift it was. it also yielded another creature comfort - a handbag for madame from the designs of un apres midi de chien. the couple debated back and forth, the woman decrying the price, the man insisting that it was worth every penny for the sense of elegance it would bestow on her, and they laid down their well-worn credit card.
a shiny, burnished, black leather sac with structure, style, and little chromed 'feet' ... lovely.
the bag was bagged, in an striking felt satchel with the designer's name drifting across ... and the young lady, who would otherwise be at work or bathing the children, gleefully strode out of the shop, purchase in hand, already feeling like another, more interesting person.
and so continued the great love affair.
un apres midi de chien
32 rue etienne marcel 75002
+33 1 4039 0007
they decided the only proper thing to do was to go to paris ... air france, their only carrier, hotel d'aubusson their only bolthole, and jacques cagna their preferred choice for dining. they dusted off their most elegant finery, packed it gingerly in their carry-on bags, and arranged for the kids to be taken care of.
for 72 hours, this fine young couple indulged in all of the pleasures that life had to offer - time together, sleeping late, walking along the seine, afternoon coffees, some champagne upon returning to the room, and languishing in the freedom of it all.
one of the things that they rediscovered was that it became possible to remake their image according to their own fantasy. paris had given them that back, and what a gift it was. it also yielded another creature comfort - a handbag for madame from the designs of un apres midi de chien. the couple debated back and forth, the woman decrying the price, the man insisting that it was worth every penny for the sense of elegance it would bestow on her, and they laid down their well-worn credit card.
a shiny, burnished, black leather sac with structure, style, and little chromed 'feet' ... lovely.
the bag was bagged, in an striking felt satchel with the designer's name drifting across ... and the young lady, who would otherwise be at work or bathing the children, gleefully strode out of the shop, purchase in hand, already feeling like another, more interesting person.
and so continued the great love affair.
un apres midi de chien
32 rue etienne marcel 75002
+33 1 4039 0007
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