Due to frequent travelling last week I wasn’t able to post My week in Press, but here’s this week’s ! I hope you had a wonderful week and weekend. 🙂

Image via Man Repeller.

Even though I was bestowed one of the lightest skin shade most people come across only once in a life time, I wasn't really "worried" or fearful about the impact the sun had on my skin. I vaguely heard about the risks of skin cancer and the ageing effects. But I never thought it concerned me personally, and it wasn't until recently that I really started being more precocious about the long term effects the sun had on my delicate, aspirin-shade skin.

I've gotten severely burned on many occasions - either by lack of superior SPF, ill application, or lack of application all together. Getting burned was just an unavoidable phenomenon to a certain extent due to how easy getting burned was for me (or so I subconsciously believed). I accepted it, and carried on with my life, even though the pain of sleeping with a burnt everything, that felt like walking around with a turtle shell that covered my whole body.

Fast forward to recent events. I was at work one day, talking to a fellow co-worker in Paris who had recently returned from her trip to Bali, ad who seemed to have the same struggles as I in the skin department, and then some. She was in her mid 40s, had had 3 dangerous moles removed, burned easily (burns which translated into longterm suntans when the burn was severe enough - same as I), and had been wearing high SPF cream on her skin every single day since her twenties, no matter what the weather was like.

She recounted me how all her friends let themselves "toast" in the sun every summer with minimal SPF protection to get a yummy tan, during the entirety their twenties. However, fast forward twenty years later, most people believe she is the younger one of their group (even though she's got a half a decade over them), and they are left with duller, older looking skin. 

I know this is anecdotal. This doesn't change the validity of the story: the sun is a source of vitamin D which is extremely good for your body, but it also has a long list of negative effects if not protected against.

I've recently gone on a 5 day trip to Croatia, where the sun hits at a hard 30+ degrees all day. Every time I've gone on vacation to Croatia, I've gotten quite badly burned. This year however, I came extremely prepared and ready to fight against getting burned - even though they meant I wouldn't even the slightest shade darker.

Armed with SPF 100 cream for my face (recommended by afore mentioned co-worker), and SPF 50 for my body, and even this nifty, amazing-smelling hair spray that claims to protect your hair from sun damage, and a recently purchased navy blue sporty cap that I didn't take off during the entirety of my stay there, I was ready for every sun ray to hit me with their best shot. Sorry fellas, you're not getting me this year!



Featured image via Trendland.

Just 10 days ago, I left Paris. Saturday the 1st of July, was the last day of my 6 months internship. I met some really amazing people, and it felt incredibly strange to come to the end of that journey. It went by so fast, it feels just yesterday I had arrived in my new apartment and the New Years Eve fireworks were going off Place Trocadero. Funny how we don’t see time go by until its actually gone. We had a farewell lunch the Friday before I left, and I said goodbye to everyone, promising to visit next time I was in Paris.

Sunday, I returned the keys to my minuscule Parisian apartment. While it was obviously too small for the type of person that I am, that likes to “spread around” and “nest” all over the place, I did appreciate living there. I liked being 2 minutes walking distance from the Eiffel Tower. I liked hearing the live music that played every Thursday in the pub I never went to across the street. I liked watching over the rooftops of Paris, and looking down at the empty streets on Sunday mornings or late nights/early mornings I couldn’t sleep, from my little window. And even though the city sounds didn’t promote going to sleep at an early hour, they made me feel connected to the city I’d always dreamt of living in.

That next Monday, for the second day in a row, I woke up around 5 am. Staying in an Airbnb with my family (and our newly adopted puppy), we got up and left for Disneyland! It was great because I hadn’t been there in quite a few years, and there were loads of upgrades on the rides. And it was my mother’s birthday, so it was really fun being there for the occasion.

The next day again, was the day I took a 9:45 am plane for Venice, before getting a car service to Slovenia. The flight was only 1 hour and 15 minutes long, and quite comfortable, as I was in the very first row, so loads of leg room which is awesome when you’re flying coach! I waited two hours at the airport in Venice for my car service, as planned. I did my best to get some sleep in the car, as I was really tired from Disneyland the day before, and getting up so early that morning. I arrived in Slovenia around 4:30 and was so happy to finally be reunited with my lovely Kat!

And that’s pretty much the sum up of my travels from Paris to Slovenia. I still have loads of  posts to share with you about some of the other things I’ve been up to! Including my trip to Soca Valley and to Croatia. I’ll try to put those out soon!

Not my photo. Credit goes to justin fantl.

Choosing the future, means letting go of the past. It means saying goodbye to your previous life, and welcoming on your new one. And it also means, you gotta pack up your shit. (Pardon my French).

During the end of last year, I moved out of my mom’s place, to move into a shoeboxed sized apartment in Paris. And while this wasn’t the first time I made an extended exit of the comfort of my family home, it felt like a totally new adventure. It was sort of a dream I had chosen to accomplish, knowing it was the best and probably the last chance I would have to do it.

Fast forward to today, I’m sitting in my tiny apartment thinking about what I want to bring with me on the next chapter of my life. And a really big part of me wants to leave 80% of it behind, and just make do with my newest clothes, my Clinique creams, my SPF 100% sunscreen, and my Macbook Pro. Like what else could you possibly really need, right?

Of course, while I’ve been fond of the principles of minimalism, it’s easy to get into exaggeration mode. And, at the same time, it’s also hard to actually apply principles of minimalism, that is doing with the bare minimum, and getting rid/giving away shit you just. Don’t. Need. (To see ever again).

Now, because I’ve been moving a lot during these last 3 years or so ever since I started college, I’ve been obligated to cut back massively. Mainly because I didn’t have the comfort that I used to have as a teenager, of living in a huge house in the french country side (with an equally huge garage, where I never had to get rid of anything).

I was at my mom’s place last weekend, and we were sorting through some of my clothes that I had left with her, in her little shed/storage area in her garden at her new house. I sorted through a lot, and decided to let go of a lot. And while some of it was hard to let go, now, with some looking back, I can’t help but thinking: “Should I just let it all go?”

Mind me, I’m just talking about clothes, here. I mean, you never know when you could need a dark green cable knit sweater from Urban Outfitters.

Being an american/irish kid who moved from the United States to France at a young age, I’ve became accustomed to just moving, and leaving the past behind, I guess. New adventures are always very appealing to me. I tell everyone I know that I just can’t see myself in the same place, or doing the same thing, for more than, like, three years, tops. I’ve became uncomfortable with overly stable, monotone situations, while at the same time, I’ve also been seeking perfect comfort in uncomfortable, instable situations.

And this has always been a huge dilemma for me. Because there’s always this side of me wanting to go, and wanting to stay at the same moment. Obviously, being in two places at once, is impossible. But I think, (that I’m over intellectualising this), that it all comes back to One. Damn. Thing.

A little something people like to call: F.O.M.O.

Fear of missing out. Fear of missing out on what I have now, and what I could potentially gain. Fear of missing out on the benefits of staying, and on the benefits of leaving. Fear of missing out on owning an Urban Outfitters cable knit sweater, and not owning one.

This is something I haven’t figured out yet. I’m still at two decades on my time line, and I guess my biggest hope is that I’m not going to collect too many regrets, and make too many bad decisions.

Do you experience F.O.M.O? And in so, when and in what way? I’ve love to hear your opinions on this.


Not my photo. Source unknown.

My 6 months internship in Paris has come to an end. I’m on my way out.

My week is full of To Do lists which involve items like “Pack suit cases”, “Cancel internet service” (which I should’ve done a few weeks ago, in retrospect), “Clean apartment”, which are looming on my mind. I feel like I haven’t even started yet…

Next week, I will be on a 9am flight to Venice… then a 2 hour drive to Slovenia, country I will be calling home for at least the next a couple of years. It’s a whole new chapter. I will be working full time on the branding and marketing of the first real company I’ve started with my boyfriend. (Yes, I’m one of the lucky one whose personal and professional aspirations happen to be with the same person and take me to the same place.) This is all both very exciting and very scary – but in the best and weirdest way possible. I’m staying very positive about the whole thing!

I’ve been living in France during the last 15 years. And now that I think of it, I haven’t lived else where than France, for more than 6 months (except during the 6 first years of my life), when I did my academic exchange abroad last year. That was also in Slovenia.

I’m going to a “new” country, where I don’t know the language and have no friendships but those of my boyfriend’s and his nearest family. So, I guess my greatest hopes is that I will make friends quite quickly. I’m already looking for Slovene teachers, and tracking down Zumba teachers in the Ljubljana area, who might be able to turn my uncoordinated, stiff self, into a person who can do something that resembles dancing, and moving in an un-embarassing manner. You can tell where my priorities are. #NewLifeGoals

So, anyway, I’ll keep updating and sharing pictures of my trips on Instagram, and write when I get a spare minute!




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Lack of success.

The definition of failure is quite a simple one. Lack of success. Or, “the neglect or omission of expected or required action”. Or, “the action or state of not functioning”. Basically, all meaning the same thing.

Failure arises in every area of life. As a nearly-business-school-graduate, I’ve heard of failure in business. There are ways to limit it, calculate and avoid it. All involve precise calculations, analyses and probabilities. In a business context, the difference between success and failure looks something like this. The cost of failure, is, quite literally, a cost. A monetary one.


But what does our non-business failure look like?

Because I’m somewhat of a geek, I did research on this topic, so this article would make sense and could provide some actionable life tips. Y’a know?

As human beings living in our modern society, what’s the first thing that comes to our minds when we think of failure? Fear. We don’t want to fail, and thus, we fear accidentally doing it, being it or having it. We’re constantly on guard to fight against it. Simple as that. Failure is a threat to us, which is why our most natural response to it, is fear and avoidance.

We run away from failure as if it were the plague.

Where does this fear of failure originate from?

Fear is one of the most researched and well-understood of all our emotions. What makes it easy to study, is the easily measurable physiological responses produced by it.

Fear, is also the most important emotion we have from an evolutionary standpoint. You’ve probably heard this already. Without fear, the earlier versions of humans in the prehistoric era, probably wouldn’t have survived. Learning to fear has allowed us to survive over the centuries, when your reaction to danger literally meant you either lived, or died. Danger was a big deal. We had to recognise a threat, fear it, and then act accordingly, in order to survive.

Neurologically, the amygdala, an almond-shaped structure in the limbic system, is considered to be the seat of fear in the brain (as well as other emotions). But fear is processed differently than other emotions, bypassing the sensory cortex on its way to the amygdala. This explains why emotional responses are often unconscious—and why phobias and anxiety may be caused by conditioned responses to stimuli that the sufferer may not consciously fear.

Fear has kept us alive. It continues to do so, even today.  We know what is dangerous because we learned it was dangerous. We fear the “danger”, we keep away from it, or fight it, and that helps us to not get killed. Great!

But, it’s not so crazy to ask ourselves why failure scares us still so much even in our modern, comfortable lives. Because, we know that even if we fail, we probably won’t die. So why do we fear failure so damn much?

Because, failure brings some not so pleasant feelings to the surface. When we fail at something, the first feelings that arise, are the feelings of disappointment (in your self), anger (at yourself or others), frustration (thrown out into the void), sadness, regret, and confusion. I know that every single one of us has ended up kicking ourselves for failing at something. More than once.

But, is fear the natural response to failure? If so, why?

You’ve probably heard some quotes shinning positive light on failure. For some, failure would be a good thing. Failure would be the stepping stone to great success! Yay!

“Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.” – Robert F. Kennedy

“If you’re not prepared to be wrong, you’ll never come up with anything original.” – Ken Robinson

But wait… What?

Being positive about failing. Oh, what a beautiful thing that would be. I do my best to see even my short comings as a good thing. But, nonetheless, lets be honest with ourselves: failure sucks.

My positive side tells me that failing teaches you what not to do. My negative side tells me that I’ve wasted a shit ton of time and effort that I’m never gunna get back, and that I’m not as good as others.

But I understand the basis of taking failure as a positive thing. I really do. However, actually training our minds to think of it that way systematically, isn’t an easy task. It feels like the exact opposite of what we were taught to do. Ever wonder why?

Maybe now you’ve came to wonder: “Hey! Why is it that our first response to failure is fear?” “Why the heck am I so afraid to fail?!”

Maybe a part of you KNOWS, deep down, that failing isn’t that big of a deal, most of the time.

Maybe a part of you is extremely rational, and knows that it’s inevitable, because it’s physically impossible to do everything perfectly ALL THE TIME.

Lets just think about this clearly and rationally for a sec. Turn off the prehistoric voice in your head that tells you that failure = death. This is 2017.

Failure Virgin

Are you really afraid of failing at something you’ve  been repetitively and consistently been doing for the last 5, 10 or 20 years of your life? No. Of course you’re not. That’d be insane.

Then what kind of failure do we actually fear?

We fear failing to do something right THE FIRST TIME.

Is your mind as blown as mine? Do you realise that this makes no good sense, what so ever? Do you recognise this is the biggest thing holding you back? Because I’m guessing it is. If you were rational, accepting the fact that there’s a 99% chance that the first time you try something new, it’s not gunna be correct. How could it be?

We all know, realistically, that it takes years to develop a skill. We know that once we practice something enough, we will become good at it. We know that it’s impossible, to become a huge success over night.

Yet. Yet… What we fear most, quite stupidly, isn’t not being able to become good at it on the long term. We fear failing at the beginning.


Because it’s humiliating screwing things up, it hurts, and you’re not rewarded for failing. You want to feel good, and special. Failing at something new doesn’t make you feel special at all.

In school, when a teacher asked a question to the class, who got the “gold star”? The kid who tried to get an answer right, was brave enough to take a shot, but failed at providing the correct answer, or the kid who did give the right answer on his/her first try?

The one who gave the right answer, of course. As for the others, who provided no answer at all, they were able to spare themselves of the embarrassment that the one who got the answer wrong, brought upon himself/herself.

Failing > Not Trying

In high school, I loved my classes. I was one of those girls who chose to sit in front of the class, and I always participated. It was sort of a game for me, to put up my hand, and see if I had the right answer logged in my brain somewhere.

What I discovered is that, obviously, getting the answer correct on your first time, feels great. Seriously, huge confidence booster.

But, what I also found, is that getting the answer wrong, was so much better than giving no answer at all! There were about only a small handful of people who actually took part actively in the classes I took in high school. And, whether or not this sounds like I’m bragging, I felt so much better about myself getting something wrong, than just not giving a shit about the question in the first place, like many of my classmates did.

However, I’m not a superior human being. The topics discussed in class, on the grand scheme of things, really didn’t matter. Like I said, it was just kinda fun. It didn’t matter whether I was right or wrong, it never really affected me personally. But in every day life, there are a lot of things that matter to us a lot, personally and professionally. They matter because we’re invested in them, and we care dearly about the outcomes.

Getting back to the cost of failure. In business, when you fail, you loose profit. You loose a shit ton of money. But what about when you fail at a relationship? What about when you fail at getting the promotion or job you wanted? What about when your hard work doesn’t pay off? What about when you loose or have have to change paths when you arrived at a dead end?

What if we changed the currency of failure?

Actionable life tips. Failure for better success.

Highly successful people, such as JK Rowling and Richard Branson, among others,  promote failure as being the secret ingredient to their now successful lives: they failed their way to glory.

“How did they do it? But more importantly… How can I do it?? “

1/ Call it something else.

Failure is a dirty word. Well, no, actually, humans have made it into a dirty word. Call your failures something other than that. Keetering called them “practice shots”. Henry Ford called them “opportunities to begin again”. Kiyosaki called it “part of the process of success”. Rename and reframe your mishaps.

“An inventor fails 999 times, and if he succeeds once, he’s in. He treats his failures simply as practice shots.”
– Charles F. Kettering

“Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.”
– Henry Ford

“Winners are not afraid of losing. But losers are. Failure is part of the process of success. People who avoid failure also avoid success.”
– Robert T. Kiyosaki

2/ Use it as a stepping stone.

Identify what went wrong, tell yourself you won’t do it again, and move forward.

“A man must be big enough to admit his mistakes, smart enough to profit from them, and strong enough to correct them.”
– John C. Maxwell

“Success is the ability to go from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm.”
– Winston Churchill

3/ Don’t be a sneak.

It’s pointless hiding our failures, especially to ourselves (which is what a lot of us try to do). We think if we don’t admit to ourselves that we failed, its like it never happened, and no one will know. Don’t be silly. Be honest with yourself, learn and move on.

“There are no failures – just experiences and your reactions to them.”
– Tom Krause

“Success builds character, failure reveals it.”
– Dave Checkett

“Remember that failure is an event, not a person.”
– Zig Ziglar

4/ Refine and redefine.

Take a moment to assess what the hell just happened, and what your priorities are. Perhaps things have changed. Make sure you know where your motivation lies, why you’re trying to achieve whatever you’re trying to achieve in the first place. Get specific with yourself, and redefine the road ahead.

“Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.”
– C. S. Lewis

“I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.”
– Michael Jordan

So there you have it folks! The keys so success and glory : Failure. Failure will open the doors to opportunity and accomplishments. Fear of failure, will close all of them, and inspire nothing but doubt and inaction. So you go do you, and don’t let fear of not doing something right the first time, keep you from doing anything at all!



















Summer has finally arrived. This week, Paris has hit record highs for the year, hitting us with 35°C+ temperatures… It’s time to get out the flip-flops, the parasols, the bathing suits and hit the beach. I just recently bought a new bathing suit that I can’t wait to wear during my vacation in Croatia in July. It’s a one piece, which I’m not used to wearing – at least not since I passed the age of 12. I surprisingly, fell in love with it, and I’m planning on wearing more one piece suits from now on!

So I wanted to share with you some suits that I’m particularly fond of, that are resting in my shopping cart that this moment…

One thing I like about one piece suits, is their ability to classify your beach style in an instant. There’s something just I find so sophisticated and elegant about them. What do you guys think about one piece suits? I’d love to hear about some of your favorite swimsuit brands!



My week of press was full of fashion trends, celebrity diets, beauty tips, and philosophical reflexions.

Hope you had a lovely week!


Stylist Danielle Nachmani Still Dresses How She Did in High School, Haley Nahman, Man Repeller

I Tried the Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen Diet, Harling Ross, Man Repeller

The Summer Trends Teens Actually Care About, Amelia Diamond, Man Repeller

Body Hair: Do You Shave, Wax, Laser or Leave it?, Haley Nahman, Man Repeller


Body Hair: Do You Shave, Wax, Laser or Leave it?, Haley Nahman, Man Repeller

6 Things That Are Aging You Inside and Out, Dr. Robin Berzin, Man Repeller

The Story of Your Life, As Told By Your Bras, Harling Ross, Man Repeller

In Defence of Discomfort, Betti Baudelaire, Love From Berlin

This Is How Fashion Editors Always Find the Best of the Sales, EMMA SPEDDING, Who What Wear



I Almost Broke Up With a Guy Over His Myers-Briggs Results, Haley Nahman, Man Repeller

How Shopping on a Budget Changed My Style, Haley Nahman, Man Repeller


When You Want Kids, But Your Partner Doesn’t, Amelia Diamond, Man Repeller


Poverty on the Brain, Lisa Feldman Barrett, Thrive Global

Ulla Johnson: I’m Newly Obsessed, Amelia Diamond, Man Repeller

What It’s Like to Have an Identical Twin, Haley Nahman, Man Repeller

Is My Mani/Pedi Habit Hurting My Nails?, Harling Ross, Man Repeller

“Millennial” should not be not a bad word, Ann Howell, Thrive Global

The Best Technology to Use to Find Work-Life Balance, Cha Tekeli, Thrive Global

Maximize Your Potential Through Lifelogging, Amy Blankson, Thrive Global



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The act of starting over, of making a new start by clearing the past-record.

As someone who’s moved around a lot during my twenty years of life, I know what it’s like to start from scratch.

I can’t exactly remember the first time I moved across the Unites States with my mother. She says it took three days and that I cried a lot.

I vaguely remember moving a few times when we lived in California. My clearest memories are those of having easter egg hunts in back yards and our last house which had a the highest ceiling I had ever seen in my life.

I remember the move to France. I practiced speaking french words in the bathtub with my mother. She taught me words like “crayon” (pen). That’s the only one I can remember her teaching me, at this time, as I swished about in my bubble bath with yellow rubber ducks. We were officially moved to France by the time  I was 7 or 8.

But even in France, I had a lot of new beginnings. We moved three or four times, when we lived in the South of France. I switched schools three times in 4 years during junior year. Luckily for me, I was able to keep all my friends at high school, having stayed at the same one for all three years. But then I moved again, when I started to Business School.

And that’s not it. During my second year of Business School, I moved to Slovenia for six months, and during my last year, I moved to Paris. And that’s where I am now. (Yet not for long.)

Starting over, isn’t just attached to were you are geographically. It can also occur depending on where you are mentally. Our entire lives, we’re constantly starting over, and over again. Changing our minds, opinions, tastes, clothes, jobs, hobbies, partners, friends as we grow older and age.

Starting over can come as a relief (to some). Especially when whatever came before wasn’t particularly enjoyable. Being able to start over, comes as a relief to some of us who fear to be stuck on a single path forever. But, more than ever, as we grow older, starting over becomes increasingly difficult.

When you’re fourteen, you’re allowed to go idea and personality hopping, in the same way a group of bachelors go bar-hopping on a Saint Patricks Day weekend. You’re allowed to reinvent yourself as much as you want, change your mind as much as you want, and change everything about yourself as much as you want (well, I don’t think your mother would let you get that tattoo you’d say you want, but you get what I mean).

But as you get older, your life is becoming harder and harder to re-model. Your play dough life is drying up and you feel like everything you do and everything you think has to be set in stone for ever. You won’t be able to go back and change it: career choice, partners, marriage, children… There’s just some things you can’t go back on in adulthood, unlike in your childhood, when things really didn’t matter all that much in the end.

Many of us feel trapped by this feeling of not being able to ever have a clean slate again. But… is it true, or are we blowing things way out of proportion? Is adulthood really the end of adventure and being able to remodel yourself and your life, just by simply choosing to do so?

Most of us live with the strong belief that the later is true: you’ve made your bed, now you have to sleep in it. Forever.

But what if we just got out of bed for a second, just to rethink things for a while? What if clean slating didn’t mean whiping everything away for good? What if clean slating just meant changing our perspective on ourselves and then improving the things we dislike?

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Because, if you’re somewhat afraid of not being able to ever have a clean slate again, that must mean that there’s something about your present life that you’re not completely thrilled about, or else you wouldn’t need that clean slate, right?

It doesn’t have to be a big thing you’re not thrilled about. Even the smallest things can make us want to start over again. For me, I’ve often liked to start over again. I often liked the fresh feeling of starting a new chapter of my life. The clean slating was fun, and adventurous. But it’s easy to get obsessed with it. It’s easy to become dependant on it.

At one point, I felt like I needed a clean slate, on a regular basis. Just to keep myself entertained, as I quickly and easily found boredom has a way to find me wherever and however far I go. And the first solution that I would come up with, is moving across the country, starting a new school, or changing my entourage. Basically, I thought I needed to erase everything about my life. And I did it a few times, only to realise an obvious truth: clean slating, on such a regular basis at least, can be exhausting, and very stressful.

Traditionally, clean slating would implicate that I’d have to move across the world or the country again, in order to not be bored, and get some stimulation from life. But, what about finding the reason I get bored so fast, and then coming up with a more sustainable solution than relocating geographically, I asked myself.

I’ve been starting to clean slate my life lately, by discovering what enables me to become so bored so quickly: I need to be forcing myself to do something new and different everyday, wherever I am, and however I feel. As logical as that may sound, it’s taken years for me to actually implement, because I had became so accustomed to brand new beginnings. I thought it was normal to clean slate as often as it was normal to purge your closet (every 2/3 years, tops).

It’s one of the reasons why I take on so many projects at once: so whenever I get a little bored of one of them, I can switch to another, and return to that other one when the other one stops stimulating me. It’s the reason why I’ve started a branding agency, a luxury pillow company, this website; why I read three books at once; why I took up photography a year and a half ago; why I moved to Paris; why I’m teaching myself a new language; and why I love to write (it’s never the same thing twice).

The clean slating starts from the inside, then out. And it looks different for each and everyone of us.

What does clean slating mean to you? How often do you find yourself clean slating, or wanting to clean slate? I’d love to hear your opinions about this.




Collage by Julia B.


We visited Versailles on the Second Sunday in June, during the Fontaines Musicales event. We entered the Jardins in the early afternoon and walked around all day long, under a 31°C sun. Of course, irish that I am, I crisped up like a sun dried tomato and ended up the same color as my favorite pink skirt (dispite having spent all afternoon longing the hedges, and hiding under trees and large statues for shade, like two suspicious little squirrels looking for nuts and berries).

We picnicked in the garden, enjoying a homemade Quiche Loraine we had whipped up the night before, slightly inhibited from an evening of Italian wine and cheeses, served with French Bread at Little Italy.

We visited the Petit Trianon, and the Domaine de Marie Antoinette, where we hung out with a wide array of farm animals: rabbits, ducks, fish, goats, donkeys, chickens, and cows, each and everyone of them more blazé than ever, in the royalest of little farms in the French Republic.

We crossed adorable bridges, and passed bucolic little houses where Marie Antoinette’s workers would live and work.

We walked along the long pond in the center, and watched people float on the water in lovely wooden boats.

We smelled the enchanting pink roses in the Orangeraie, that just made us want to stay there forever and ever. But we contented ourselves with bottling the aroma in the little glass bottle of our minds, so we could go back to it, every so often.

After a whole afternoon of walking in the sun (and green and white Stan Smiths), we decided we had earned ourselves a nice little serving of frozen fruit sorbet. We took our seats at La Flotille, and ordered three boules de Sorbet (Mango, Cassis and Lemon), with a nice cup café au lait.


We visited the Castle around 4:30, and (re)discovered the many rooms the kings and queens lived in, slept in, and ate in. We pathed out way through the luminous Palais des Glaces, before taking the train home.

Quick tips for Versailles Castle:
– Always bring sunscreen (& apply it generously ~ including behind the knees, a secretly sensitive area)
– Leave your extra bags at the Consignes, you’ll kill yourself tugging them around everywhere (there’s one at the entrance and one at the Petit Trianon)
– Arrive early (before 12), if you want to do everything, there’s a lot of walking involved
– Bring sufficient water during the day, and locate all the bathrooms in the Garden (There’s a few fountains in the garden to refill your water bottles)
– La Flotille is a delicious restaurant/cafĂ©, and serves one of the best cups of coffee ever. It’s a great place to sit down and relax after a day of walking around Versailles.





Food processing is any deliberate change in a food that occurs.

I recently watched what was probably too many hours of documentaries on processed foods and sugar in foods available at our supermarkets. The extra information I've collected, has made me extra weary of packaged foods, and food labels.

I've always been somewhat of a health nut. My body is made up of 98% fruit, and I buy that same amount of my groceries in the produce section. I stay away from most packaged cookies, cakes, candy and ready made meals. I eat very little bread-y things, like french baguettes, but when I do, I take the whole-grain, cereal kind. I check the ingredients and nutrition labels 100% of the time.

Yet, there's still times that I'm cautious about the names of ingredients that non-scientists are unable to understand, e.g. hidden sugar, hidden preservatives, hidden anything. Transparency can be, and is, a big issue in the food industry. We don't always know what we're eating, despite some of our best efforts to inform ourselves.

I feel lucky, because France (and Europe in general) has a lot of governmental policies about how food is made, and we're not exposed to as many products with High Fructose Corn Syrup, for example. Many very unhealthy ingredients have been removed from the food chain process (and cosmetics), being deemed too unhealthy, or dangerous for people's health. And during my last visit to the States, and the documentaries I watched, I quickly and easily realised that grocery shopping in the US and grocery shopping in France, is two completely different things.

Think of every "disgusting"-product-which-should-never-have-been-invented-in-the-first-place item in your american grocery store you can think of. Here in France, we don't have it. Pop tarts (delicious, but highly unhealthy) and cheese in spray can (sacrilege, the French would protest in the streets for months until it got banned until the end of time), are the first ones that come to my mind.

But even seemingly normally healthy foods like cereal and yogurt, can be misleading. A product can even be marketed as "healthy", and have 10g of sugar per serving. And how can we buy cereals, which are primarily served to children by parents, which enable them eat 100% of their daily recommended amount of sugar in a single sitting? How is this even allowed??


There is around 61 different names for sugar on food labels: Agave nectar, Barbados sugar, Barley malt, Barley malt syrup, Beet sugar, Brown sugar, Buttered syrup, Cane juice, Cane juice crystals, Cane sugar, Caramel, Carob syrup, Castor sugar, Coconut palm sugar, Coconut sugar, Confectioner’s sugar, Corn sweetener, Corn syrup, Corn syrup solids, Date sugar, Dehydrated cane juice, Demerara sugar, Dextrin, Dextrose, Evaporated cane juice, Free-flowing brown sugars, Fructose, Fruit juice, Fruit juice concentrate, Glucose, Glucose solids, Golden sugar, Golden syrup, Grape sugar, HFCS (High-Fructose Corn Syrup), Honey, Icing sugar, Invert sugar, Malt

syrup, Maltodextrin, Maltol, Maltose, Mannose, Maple syrup, Molasses, Muscovado, Palm sugar, Panocha, Powdered sugar, Raw sugar, Refiner’s syrup, Rice syrup, Saccharose, Sorghum Syrup, Sucrose, Sugar (granulated), Sweet Sorghum, Syrup, Treacle, Turbinado sugar, Yellow sugar.

One too many (or sixty), I’d say.

The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) requires food producers to list all ingredients in their foods. But added sugar comes in many forms – which is why it’s so hard to find on the ingredients label. And while the product labels list total sugar content, manufacturers don’t have to say whether that’s added sugar or naturally occurring sugar, like in fruit, or milk.

What’s more, unlike salt and fats that are added to foods, nutrition labels don’t provide you with a daily reference value for added sugar. This is very practical for those who feel obligated to throw in a ridiculous amount of sugar in their products, in order to make it cheaper, more addictive, and last longer on the shelves.

But even if they won’t print the facts, some will. The American Heart Association (AHA) recommends no more than 9 teaspoons (38 grams) of added sugar per day for men, and 6 teaspoons (25 grams) per day for women. The AHA limits for children vary depending on their age and caloric needs, but range between 3-6 teaspoons (12 – 25 grams) per day. Remember this is for healthy men, women and children. And with a 35% obesity rate in the US – and that’s not even counting those in the “overweight” category – maybe those numbers should be even lower.

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I could go on and on about this topic (because of my obsession for health and watching of food documentaries). But long story short, there's one thing that can make everyone eat healthier in a split second: spend more time shopping in the produce section. Seriously. Get food where it naturally comes from: from trees and from plants. Aim to buy as little packaged goods as you humanly can. And for the case of meat, please for the love of god, buy the grass fed kind, and don't see it as a necessity at each and every meal - view it as a luxury, at two or three meals per week.

This is the only way you're going to be sure you won't be unknowingly eating unhealthy added sugars, preservatives, fats or hormones.

In case you're still not inspired enough to cut out more of the processed foods from your daily diet, here are a few things you can watch: Sugar... it's no so sweet by Calgary Avansino for TED, Sugar and Processed Foods ABC News Report, Eat for real change by Dr Joanna McMillan ,  and most of all : The Secrets of Sugar - the fifth estate.

What do you guys think? What's your view on over-processed foods?


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