Here is the real deal about Parisian women lifestyle
Everything you want to know about Parisian women: where do they shop, what do they wear, what do they think, who are they really?
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Frank, sassy, and free-spirited, the Parisian woman exudes charm even on her grumpiest days. Books are written about her, her effortless yet sophisticated style is the envy of women worldwide.
Many want to be like her: the Parisian woman.
But do you really know her?
The Parisian woman loves fashion. Forget the tourist-filled Galeries Lafayette overflowing with brands she wore as a teenager. Her haven is Le Bon Marché, a temple of impeccable taste where new designers are unearthed. A place of all desires where women flaunt their luxury bags, and where you might encounter celebrities amidst the annual art exhibitions… and where Parisian women always have something to say: “Those fake icebergs at Le Bon Marché look a bit weird, don't they? They're supposed to be about climate change, but they just look like giant trash bags to me”
The Parisian woman shops for groceries at Monoprix, a sophisticated version of Target, where she occasionally finds exquisite wool or cashmere sweaters—It’s a little secret: “It almost looks like an Eric Bompard and no one will notice the difference”
She scrupulously watches on instagram the impeccable and radiant style of the Spanish Women Maria de la Orden and Blanca Miro and tells herself she should take the plunge and wear more color... in the end though, she sticks with her whites, navy and blacks.
Because yes, the gorgeous Jeanne Damas with her colorful, light and floral dresses with her dainty sandals and a tiny vintage bag is a delightful myth:
The typical Parisian woman (who takes the metro or the bike) needs comfortable flat shoes: a pair of Gucci loafers, Miu Miu boat-style loafers, Adidas, Converse or New Balance sneakers, sometimes Birkenstocks (and more and more beautiful “friulanes” borrowed from the Spanish wardrobe from Chatelles or Fabelus).
The Parisian woman has a functional bag (often luxury)
Her Céline, Chanel, Bottega, or Hermès bag, a bit worn, is the centerpiece of her very subtle look.
The Margaux from The Row? Yes, pretty, the finishes are superb but well... “Nothing dethrones a vintage Birkin”.
The Goyard tote bag? A guilty pleasure: the only counterfeit the Parisian woman might entertain on a Marrakech getaway. “It's canvas, no one can tell the difference and the quality of the original is catastrophic.” Yeah... or you just don't want to spend a minimum wage on a canvas bag, whichever way you spin it (we understand).
If the Parisian woman doesn't carry a luxury bag, she's probably carrying a cotton tote bag from Sézane or A.P.C. If she's more picky, a personalized tote bag from Call it by your name or A.S.L Paris.
Her jewelry is a blend of new and classic. A grandmother's Cartier Trinity ring might be paired with a playful Gelato ring from Salomé Rico or a “Magnetic” piece from Viltier. One wrist sports colorful vacation bracelets and a Cartier love bracelet, while the other displays a watch – but not just any watch. Rolex? Only if it’s vintage and discreet, never the flashy kind favored by the "nouveau riche (new money)". Cartier, Poiray, or Hermès are more her style.
The Parisian woman LIVES.
She can't imagine living anywhere else but Paris but escapes to her house in the countryside or takes a plane as soon as she gets the chance.
She's ready to cross Paris for a viennoiserie from Mamiche or good bread from Poilâne, all while listening to a podcast like "Le Chiffon" by
or "Ressentir” by .She's always on the lookout for her next caffeine fix at Café Kitsuné, WHITE Coffee, Noir, or Grace Café.
The Café de Flore and Les Deux Magots are tourist hot spots, but their terraces offer a prime spot for people-watching.
She takes care to eat healthy and not too much at lunch but rushes for a glass of wine, a cigarette, and a plate of fries for aperitif on the terrace with her friends (all year round) after work.
…But it's okay, she'll do indoor cycling at Dynamo, or Episod, HIIT at Barry’s, swim at the Molitor hotel, or some Pilates-reformer at "The new me Paris" (lol- what's that name?). Oh…and she’s still on the waiting list for Blanche.
Back in her (ideally Haussmannian) apartment, the Parisian woman has a collection of empty Diptyque candle jars – pretty, for sure, but she prefers to burn a Cire Trudon: more classy, and the wax is less toxic.
She hasn't succumbed to the Togo sofa YET, she's not sure, it still looks like a giant insect...
But she has already replaced her Pipistrello and her Bourgie from Kartell with the Gioia from The Socialite and of course, an Atollo or a Pantella (the next one probably being a lamp from FLOS).
Her shelves are lined with pristine Pléiade editions, nestled among orange boxes from a famous French fashion house. Alongside these, she keeps well-worn books of Gallimard's Collection Blanche, Le livre de poche or édition Albin Michel.
Her coffee table books are always changing, and she's currently selling many of her Assouline travel series after seeing them in the home of some reality TV celebrities (TV reality show that she likes and watch secretly though).
For the rest, she bargain-hunts for old furniture online, on Leboncoin, at the flea Market, and often gets scammed on Selency.fr because the table she ordered wasn't so UNIQUE after all and was restocked on the site 2 days after the purchase. « But I swear you can also find beautiful designer armchairs and rare Art Deco furniture there » .
Undeterred, she'll be scouring the Oblist for the next hidden designer piece instead.
The Parisian's seemingly effortless beauty is built upon a meticulous skincare routine. She almost exclusively shops at Oh My Cream, a French blend of Bluemercury and Goop, offering a selection of niche and avant-garde products. And let's be honest, she's seriously considered Botox, but it remains a taboo subject. You'll likely never know if she's had it done.
Finally, the Parisian woman is not afraid to express her opinions, whether through social media or in face-to-face conversations. She is not defined by her race or religion but by her attitude, lifestyle and discussions. Often, she isn't even born in Paris but discovered herself in this city.
She'll likely smile or chuckle when she finishes reading this, as she's recognized herself in at least one of these clichés. Because yes, the Parisian woman isn't as snobbish as you might think; if you know how to flatter her, she'll (maybe) appreciate you.
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Bisous,
The French Edit.
Ps: See you in 2 weeks to peek into the closet of the typical Parisian and to discover my favorite french influencers
I am Parisian and this, this text is such a gem ! I mean .. seriously impressive as it’s so true 😬😅😂
we can't get enough of her - the parisian woman 🥰