Crossing the ocean on a ten-hour flight back to Los Angeles, my mind is still transfixed by a wonderfully unexpected moment that happened in Florence. Though it happened days ago, I feel forever changed for the better, and I want to share this with you because there is likely an inspiration for all of us to take away from the experience.
One of the things I love most about Paris is seeing and experiencing things unique to Paris. Sure, the Eiffel Tower is a matchless Paris site. But the City of Light is filled with countless nooks to tuck into that may not see as much light, but are as bright as the discovery of a sparkly gem.
One of these bright gems is tucked into a nook so close to the highly popular Golden Triangle; it’s often overlooked. But if you should find yourself in Paris, and you have an interest in fashion and style, be sure to look up the Fondation Pierre Bergé – Yves Saint Laurent. It has a wonderful jewel box of an exhibition space that hosts some highly specialized and unique presentations.
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Summing up the spring fashion story, as it appears through the windows of Paris’ very high fashion street, rue Faubourg-St. Honoré, ease is the word. A late night wander down the street reviewing French and Italian designers, camera in hand and a lot of Bordeaux consumed during dinner, I came to the realization that “ease” may be the word, but it’s done in a much more sophisticated way than how people in Silicon Valley tend to think about it.
Last week my partner and I enjoyed a wonderful holiday jaunt to Waikiki. The weather was perfectly tropical: a couple of sunny days, a couple of rainy days, and all days totally humid and steamy. No matter the time of day or what the weather was like, it was the perfect place to be in search of the perfect Mai Tai. Even though the Mai Tai was created in Northern California, this drink is best known to be enjoyed beachside in Waikiki.
Meandering through Paris last week, I caught my slack-jawed reflection in a store window upon recognizing just how much black clothing was looking back at me in many store windows throughout Paris. The image authority on color and style who always tells everyone not to overdo “the black thing,” had seen his Waterloo in his most favorite city. On the very long plane ride home to California from France, I did what I do best: think.
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What color will you be wearing this Fall/Winter? Get the scoop from Joseph Rosenfeld, Silicon Valley’s trusted image mentor for high profile individuals, based in San Jose, CA. Just back from Paris, he’s full of fashion insights.
These two images from Paris encapsulate the vibe of the season. Art imitates fashion. Fashion is art. Click an image to appreciate it in a larger size.
As our European vacation was drawing near, many friends, family, colleagues, and clients questioned a meaty portion of our travel itinerary. No one questioned the logic of our traveling to the Cote d’Azur for some frolicking fun, French style. No one questioned our curiosity to check out Monaco’s cachet or to see the perfection of tiny and tony Portofino along the Italian Riviera. And everyone knows we have an ongoing love affair with Paris. No one would dare accuse us of any wrongdoing in going there.
Whomever questioned our travel logic – seemingly a legion – wondered, why Genoa, Italy, though? Good question.
Just in the nick of time to celebrate my 41st birthday, ‘The Image Mentor’ blog celebrates its own milestone: this is its 100th post. Writing this, as I sit in my studio overlooking downtown San Jose, I am reflective of the journey that brought me to this point and connects us.
Last weekend was a total blast! We went on a food tasting walking tour [Melting Pot Tours] of the L.A. Farmer’s Market and of adjoining 3rd Street in L. A.’s Fairfax Village. I highly recommend it.
While on the tour we were introduced to Chrysta Wilson, owner of Kiss My Bundt Bakery on 3rd Street. This is a woman who is breathing her brand.
We’re flying home from Vancouver at this very moment, so I’m writing this post from 28,000 feet on the way to San Francisco. Last night we took ourselves out to a rather informal dinner at a Thai restaurant across the False Creek from Vancouver’s famed Granville Island. The food was both spicy and delicious, and the view of Granville Island, on a chilly Victoria Day, was pleasant and made the meal that much more pleasant.
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