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At the very centre—the heart, soul and jewel of France, we find Paris . . . Paris in all of its overwhelming magic and allure. Paris that, perhaps of all places around the globe, of all the islands and coasts, extraordinary mountains, cities, and countrysides, might just be the most dreamed about of them all. And is it with any wonder? Enveloping the experience of l'art de vivre is a rosy hue, a hue only seen while you are there [long remembered and forever held in the heart], swept up in the magic of the city of lights. Here, for hundreds of years, thousands and thousands of visitors near and far have traveled to visit, to live, [even if just for the day] amongst all that is Paris.
Here we find perfectly imperfect cobblestone streets, many offset by poetically tilted and beautifully aged architecture, and as we walk, we quietly take in the unabashed beauty and élan, as elegant & effortlessly stylish women pass by; an older man, pedaling along on his bicyclette, en route to the barber may bring on a smile—indeed, a postcard sight; ladies immersed in each other's company, tucked in bold red chairs at a quaint café, back and forth they speak, in reverent conversation; or peek into the windows of elegantly merchandised shop windows, seductively showcasing handmade merchandise, created with skills perfected centuries ago. A host of streets may call you to stroll, looking up as you go, at the decorated facades, noticing a tiny pot with a cheerful blossom tucked into the tiniest of nooks. Not so unlike Paris, where charm abounds—charm and quality, hand in hand—be it fine foods or perfumes, fundamental manners & etiquette, or tying a scarf with flair.
Perhaps it's passion? Perhaps it's Paris. A city unlike any other, Paris calls creatives to create, lovers in love, and explores to explore . . . for those with an appetite to discover and to learn may discover a convergence of past and present, and may lose themselves forever, never to be the same. And so, today we warmly invite you to join us as we visit some of the most memorable places, and share some of best kept secrets in our address book of Paris . . . CONTINUE ---------------------------------->
. . . hello! how are things? despite it being already mid-week, feels as if things are still a little in weekend mode, moving along in beautiful slow-motion, like a sequence in a film, but also whirling by quickly, at once, as nights fall into bright new days, and yesterday was much running around, and the renovations continue, and despite a few delays on current projects, things are being crossed on lists and plans are beginning to take shape, just as the days are wonderfully falling longer again . . .
à bientôt / see you soon & hope you week has been lovely so far, —roséline xo
{p.s.} beautiful new things to come, including this week's {take me away} x
{images: one // two}
The second largest city in Spain, Barcelona has a history that dates back long, long ago—2000 years ago, in fact, with a spellbinding vibe of light, passion, culture and character.
Here, somehow, the heavenly Mediterranean sunlight is seemingly more delicious when set against beguiling architecture, narrow alleyways, expansive waters, and in the gleam of each and every Barcelonian's eye.
Indeed, this seaside city calls visitors from near and far to walk alongside the works of great visionaries, of natural wonders, breathtaking points, and countless sights; to live as locals do, and to breath in the beautiful story of such an indescribably fascinating city . . .CONTINUE ---------------------------------->
. . . as you know, recently, there was a spectacularly lovely give-away here at {this is glamorous}, for a gold amphora necklace [above]—white gold or yellow gold, scalloped or heart-shape . . . and there were heartrending tales of love and loss, of those fondly remembered, and never to be forgotten, and there were notes from all over the world, as far away as australia and singapore . . .
. . . and so, today, so very excited to announce that a winner has been selected . . .
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Love is in the air, as they say, particularly as we are approaching what is, arguably, the most romantic month of the entire year: February. But romance is certainly not limited to a single day, or month for that matter, as the very words, love and romance inspire hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of sonnets and ballads, songs, paintings, and notes and declarations at any given time.
For love is entirely a matter of the heart, apart from all that is grounded and tangible, and perhaps that is why great minds, for decades, have tried to capture its very essence.
And with the lifting of the winter's cold, afresh with the promise of Spring, we may welcome romance in all its forms, be it a quick expression of appreciation, written by hand, and left on the bedside table, or a dazzling bouquet of fragrant blossoms wrapped in tissue, or the simple joy of spending time walking, in the intimacy of fresh air, talking and dreaming together . . .
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. . . hello! after a busy & lovely weekend, a [very] late start here, and how are things? the new week is already filled with a million things, including still more sorting & organising [beribboned boxes of old photographs, long-lost love letters and beautifully written correspondence cards], and plotting & plan-making, meetings and appointments and telephone calls, but also, moments of leisure in all of the busy-ness, for catching up with an old friend, and lattes and mid-day lunch dates . . .
hope you had a beautiful weekend, and that your week is off to a perfect start, —roséline xo
{p.s.} also : a flurry of new posts from just before the weekend, which you [very likely] may have missed:
* runway inspiration : derek lam pre-fall 2012
* runway inspiration: rochas pre-fall 2012
* places : champagne afternoon tea at the dorchester
{images: a life worth eating // the paris hotel boutique via pinterest // a previous post // smitten with pretty via sketch 42}
For many, it is the dream—the dream to travel abroad and to walk the very grounds in which were walked upon by great literary artists long ago—their words replaying in our minds and lives today. The dream to breath in the scent of the famously fragrant roses, lovingly kept and carefully maintained . . . 
. . . to take tea as was traditionally planned and created, to touch upon the stones that were laid so many years ago and to gaze up to the thatch roof lines of centuries gone by.
The heart of England lies within the very threads of its culture—the language of customs, of beauty, of traditions, of arts. Indeed, the dream does not lie in sights alone, but in scents, tastes, sounds, and feelings of the heart itself—a secret that whispers about, and if we listen, we might just catch on.
And just when most life is asleep for the duration of this winter season, we might see a whole new angle to the respected art of one of the most integral parts of England: English gardens. And in truth, the lines and forms of such spectacular gardens might be most appreciated in their simplicity, draped in alabaster frost.
. . . and so, today we ask you to join us as we set along on foot, imagining a walk in and amongst some of the greatest gardens in the world there ever were . . .CONTINUE ---------------------------------->
. . . a bright and chilly afternoon, perfect for lattes and crackling fires, and things are nearly ready and carryalls packed for the countryside for a few days, but first, a quick hello to wish you a very happy night before -- hope you're somewhere cosy and surrounded by laughter and love . . .
{p.s.} holiday wishes & links to follow, and so, à bientôt / see you soon x
{images: interior design by sharon mimran via flourish design & style via encore! life // the inspiration board // photography by lorena arance, via a previous article}
