Apparel for those who travel
by mind as well as foot.
Tell us this story, goddess daughter of Zeus, beginning at whatever point you will.
- Homer
What’s Your Vibe?
What’s Your Story ?
From The Journal
Eye of the Day
It is almost impossible to walk into a Parisian bar and not partake in spirits—just as it is impossible to resist the city’s pull from the heights of the Eiffel Tower. Both leave the traveler lightheaded. Some, like Erika LaBrie, take that intoxication a step further: she "married" the tower and even took its name. I haven't gone that far, but I do feel unsteady as I look down at the city. The tower is more than a nineteenth-century engineering marvel; over time, it has fused with the spirit of the Ville Lumière until the two became nearly synonymous.
The Jester is Dead, Long Live the Fool!
I found myself back in Paris, standing in one of the many antique shops on Rue Saint-Paul, staring at an old Tarot card: The Fool. He stood there in a multicolored jester’s motley, carrying a small sack tied to a stick over his shoulder, a wild feline biting at his calf, and the peculiar image of a crocodile’s snout peeking from behind a cliff in the distance. I wondered whether I’d be a fool myself to pay the price on its tag. My time at Pierrefonds Castle had left me with a craving for antiquing, and stumbling across this specific card felt serendipitous.
Stay Strange
Bewitched by The Lady and the Unicorn tapestries at the Musée de Cluny, I went “medieval” and headed northeast of Paris to the edge of the Forest of Compiègne. The majestic towers of Pierrefonds Castle could be spotted from afar. From the cabby’s papotage, I learned that Michael Jackson had wanted to purchase the castle in the mid-90s.