It might be stating the obvious to say this, but each city has its own character, its own essential style, and when in Rome, well, one has to dress the part. Or in Paris, or Los Angeles. It never ceases to amaze me how my aesthetic morphs to match wherever I happen to be in the world. Take these super short shorts. I would never dream of wearing them in Paris. But now that I’m back home in Los Angeles, nothing feels more natural. Plus these are the last days of summer and I’ve got to live every remaining moment to its causal-dress-code fullest. Here I’ve paired my American Eagle shorts with a stolen (from my husband’s drawer) belt, a white shirt from Anne Fontaine, and my new go-to booties from Dolce Vita. It was nearly 100 degrees the day we took these photos, so, sitting anywhere, including on a random piece of pipe, seemed like a really good idea. But I digress. Playing dress up in Paris was heaven, it’s true, but there’s no place like home.

With love,

Amanda

I preach at the alter of simplicity. I’m not much for jewelry and accessories are a minimal part of my style vernacular. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a person who can layer lariats, stack rings and wrap scarves that stretch as far as the day is long, but I’m not one of them. That said, I am occasionally drawn to a good statement piece. These metallic oxfords from Monoprix are a good example. They are at once understated and bold, classic and stretching boundaries. And they are my new obsession. I bought them from the store around the corner from Café de Flore where I may have fueled my shopping fervor with one too many cups of chocolat chaud. However I came to them, these shoes are my new faves. Watch this space for all the many ways I’ll make a statement in my Parisian grocery store find.

With love,

Amanda