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48 Hours in Paris
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#LadyLay Home Tour
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Hello, 2018
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On the last night of the year, I wore a thin sequin dress with a spritz of Coco Chanel, and heeled it to a boujie blowout at a very fancy hotel in the West Village. Of course, x. And somehow before dawn, I woke up cocooned in my down comforter, barefoot and yawning.
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My Manhattan
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Oh Darling, Let's Be Adventurers
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Oh darling. Lets be adventurers. Let's transcend beyond the everyday routine for something grand, something bold, something they have told us is not yet possible. Some days, darling, we may need to uproot adventure in the mundane, peddling furiously against the pang of the uneventful. But most days we will stumble upon it without effort, stealing away into the night as self-proclaimed vagabonds, buccaneers, runaways even, on grand heists of Homeric valor and courage. Take me to a place where time is ample liquid trickling endlessly between our fingers, and loss a mere preference. Let's create a place where...
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