She wears a white t-shirt that she never stains; when she wears a bra, it matches her panties; her apartment is overflowing with Diptyque indoor candles; she smokes and drinks, but her skin is radiant; her bike, which is so pretty, is never stolen; she spends her days on the terrace drinking coffee and reading books; her men's shirts are ironed even though she doesn't have an iron at home; she goes to see films in art-house cinemas that don’t accept the UGC card; her hair is messy but doesn't get greasy; she crosses the street without looking left or right but doesn’t get run over; her lipstick never ventures onto her teeth; she is attractive but makes no effort to be; her furniture is found at flea markets that no one knows about; she obviously doesn’t wear makeup; she is very slim but doesn’t know the word "diet"; she is free, cheeky, funny; she doesn’t follow trends but is always ahead of fashion. Who is she? She is Parisian.
THE PARISIAN WOMAN
