I was walking past my beloved and now closed {ultimate tragique} La Samaritaine, which was the department stores of all department stores. It boasted that it had and sold, “everything.”

Think Art Deco at its finest, gorgeous staircases from ground floor all the way up to the top. You walked in and felt a surge of abundance and beauty — yes, beauty, it was like a museum of shopping goods unto itself, presented in the most classy of ways.

An absolute staple Paris landmark, and an historic one at that. It’s now set to become an 80 room luxury hotel — one of the largest privately financed projects in Europe to date.

Boo to that! Who wants another luxury hotel? You can find plenty of those in any city. But, thus is change, and what happens when you can’t pass firecode laws for a few standing years.

Now that I’m done getting my rant out about the tragedies of La Samaritaine, allow me to continue.

Louis Vuitton’s headquarters are directly across the street from Samaritaine. Since Marc Jacobs is now head designer for the fashion house, there were ads galore boasting his name. Though not in a tacky way, in an effortlessly chic way.

I loved catching these two designing the window … the detail they poured over into making sure those peachish feather {those are feathers, aren’t they?} looked just right and moving things just so.

I couldn’t help but laugh, picturing me wearing such an ensemble. Who could take me seriously? I could never pull it off. For one I’d probably feel like Tinkerbell. Or a peacock. Or maybe Tinkerbell meets Peacock.

Not going to happen.

But I can admire the haute couture nonetheless {always wondering who actually buys the stuff and wears it on a day to day basis — really, who does?}.

When I get down to it, I take the simple approach with clothes. Jeans and tees. But I always try to mix and match something up. Something casual with something dressier. And per my pictures, you can tell I’m always sporting the scarfs.

Don’t be alarmed, by the way, that the only pictures you’ve seen of me, I have the same clothes on. I did actually bring other clothes. Just somehow I keep going back to the same damn clothes. Especially my new fave scarf that continues to make its debut appearance.

I bought it at a very, very French store. Le Gap. I’m all the way in Paris, and I’m shopping at the god damn Gap. If that isn’t très Américaine of me, I don’t know what is.

Hey. You can take the girl out of America, but you can’t take the America out of the girl. Even this one.