Tuesday, December 2, 2008

WITH A 'WOOSH' THREE FRENCH GUYS GLIDED ONTO THE Q TRAIN



and engaged with each other as if they were in a 'salon' and not the train. I knew they were French before they spoke - the high-armhole overcoats, the long cashmere scarves, the important watch. The luxurious hair, or no hair at all. The overtone of cologne mixed by 100 year old nuns in Brittany.

All dead give aways...and chic as hell.