Today: I would like to be in Paris (or somewhere equally as chic) with a book, my camera, endless coffee, and a pack of cigarettes. And then I would spend my day at a little cafe, smoking, drinking, reading, watching. Today I miss smoking, and sitting at a cafe in Paris seems like the perfect place to do it.
Whoever said that smoking is cool was right. Smoking is cool, or people wouldn't do it. No one ever said, "I'm looking for a way where my hair/clothes can smell, I can get little burn marks in things I own, and whittle away at my health. Oh? Smoking will do that? I'm so on board!"
Sadly: (1) I'm not in Paris (or anywhere equally as chic); (2) I have this job thing that someone is paying me to do; and (3) I quit smoking a very long time ago and it would probably not be a swell idea to start again, as quitting was pretty much the most difficult thing ever. Ever. Le sigh...
Pics: Eloise Walker and Le Smoking