We all have our vises; its part of being human. One vice I have always been proud not to call my own is that of smoking. I am not a smoker and never have been. We all know about the negative affects of a life spent smoking but I’m starting to think I’m missing out on something.
There are alot of smokers in L.A. It helps cut the appetite, I suppose. But I swear, everyone in Paris smokes. It was amazing to me. At every cafe and every public space there were people smoking. Maybe it was the the style of the smoker or perhaps the chicness of whatever arrondissement. All I know is if I ever start smoking, I want to do it like a Parisian.
Or maybe I could just get one of those baton-like holders like Holly Golightly. Nay, that would be too much.