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Paris Shopping Guide: Paul + Joe Sister

Shopping in Paris is weird, because it tends to be both incredibly expensive and incredibly monochromatic. Well, I guess that doesn't make it weird so much as consistent: Honestly, take the names off the shops, and I'd walk up on down the streets trying to figure out why there were five versions of Theory, all selling slightly different collections at basically the same price. (For example: Sandro, Maje, ba&sh, Claudie Pierlot, Comptoirs de Cotonniers, etc.) In my shopping experience, the French love a pricey basic—the kind of thing where you're like, "Ugh, it's so boring, I don't understand why this costs $200," but then you wear it every day for three years and it all makes sense. Which brings us to...

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A Visit to the New Mineralogy Gallery in Paris

The Mineralogy Gallery at the National Museum of Natural History here has been closed for a millllllion years. But now, it is open, and that is amazing. I love the National Museum of Natural History above all and any others here. The Louvre? The Musee d'Orsay? Pass and pass. Whatevs! The natural history museum—hereafter referred to by its French acronym, the MNHN—is magic. Walk down the street at the right time, and you can look into its galleries from the sidewalk and see dinosaurs. Magic. And of course, the MNHN surrounds my absolute favorite place in Paris: the Jardin des Plantes. I love the Jardin des Plantes so much that I tried to find an apartment next to it—which of course was...

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I Am a Part of the Facebook Lie

I've been home for the last 10 days, on a trip that's been sort of equal parts fantastic and terrible—the kind where your mom says things like, "I know this trip has been terrible" and then you both start talking about the new puppy. But let's talk about the fantastic bit, or, to stay with the theme, the terrible part of the fantastic bit. Without a doubt, the best part about coming home is seeing people. My trips home are always so poorly both planned and executed that they end up involving a grab bag of friends I have known my entire life and friends I have known much, much less time than that. I am thinking, for the moment,...

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Dudes Like Me More the Dumber I Am

I was eating a burrito and wondering if anyone else had noticed that the Best Picture nominees were the stories of, like, a half-dozen white guys and Martin Luther King (at least we know where the bar is set for the non-white guy portion of the population) when I came across this story: Apparently guys are less interested in confident ladies. And it got me thinking. Typically I might not have much to add to this particular discussion—except for the fact that I recently took a deep dive, shall we say, into the world of French real estate. For what seemed like a Captain Ahab-looking-for-Moby Dick amount of time, I went and looked at French apartments. All kinds of apartments, with bathrooms...

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How To Rent An Apartment In Paris In One Word (Or Around 2500)

1: Airbnb 2: I want to be clear: I am not a victim. When your biggest problem is that you can't find an apartment with a southern exposure and parquet floors in Paris—your biggest problem is pretty fucking small. That said, I can, with authority, say that finding an apartment in Paris was one of the most exhausting, frustrating, infuriating things I've ever gone through. I would not wish it on my worst enemy, and I would move to Mozambique before doing it again. My story: As I've discussed here previously, it makes sense for me to rent an apartment there. In the past, I've subletted. Sublets are easy to find, and relative to the two housing markets I know best—San Francisco and...

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