We'll Always Have Paris

Paris is undoubtedly one of my favourite cities to visit. The notion that with every turn you take you could walk out onto a cobbled path littered with vintage shops, or pass two friends playing chess on the balcony with tumblers of red wine or stumble upon a beaten-up cafe, hazy with smoke but serving saliva-inducing croque monsieurs; its insouciance is infectious and with every visit I fall more hopelessly in love.

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Top Off

Monday evening and my Paris hen do has been and gone, leaving me with a hoarse voice and wonderful memories. The girls did me proud! In the past 48 hours i've flicked through racks of vintage Balmain, Chanel and Chloé and experienced the best show i've ever and possibly will ever see at the Lido on the Champs-Élysées.

Showgirls, cabaret and prancing ponies aplenty, there was sequins, beading, trouser suits reminiscent of Yves Saint Laurent circa 1990 and topless Parisian burlesque beauties! Lithe and impeccably turned out, the breast-baring beauties were high up on the table discussions with much adoration.

So with this in mind and while flicking through Alice in Wardrobe Wonderland, i wanted to do a post about the wonder of femininity and fashion and especially how nudity can be portrayed tastefully and polar opposite to a tabloid page 3.

Would you agree?

The shots below are from Vogue Australia and then Kate Moss who champions the top off to perfection.