"Shall we steal a Cadillac?"

I attended an outdoor screening of the 1960 French film A Bout de Souffle on the mountain of Montjuic last night, and while the night air, starry sky, and the devilishly dashing Jean-Paul Belmondo made for a very pleasant evening, it was Jean Seberg who left me...well...a bout de souffle! (French for "breathless") As we packed up our bags and made our way back down the hill after the movie, visions of pixie cuts, winged eyeliner, and fitted striped tees danced through my head.  Her understated, simple style is something I will keep in mind next time I'm prowling the racks at Bloomie's...take a look, and be enchanted!

On to other exciting news: yesterday, I took a walk on the wild side.  I threw caution to the wind.  I looked Fear in the eye and said "hey buddy, there's a new sheriff in town".  I took my first ride on a motorbike!  My friend Luc picked me up for the movie, and when he told me we'd "drive" I figured he meant in a vehicle with a roof and 4 doors.  You can just imagine my expression when he thrust the helmet at me.  First of all, for a girl who's 5'4", I may just as well have mounted a horse without a stool; I practically had to get a running start to get my leg over the seat.  Also, note to self: a ponytail is not the ideal hairstyle when using a helmet, and opt out of earrings next time.  But let's just chalk those mistakes up to ignorance, since I was unaware a helmet would be part of my ensemble. 

Not gonna lie...I was pretty horrified the first 5 blocks.  I sent my calves into a fit of spasms after hugging the side of the bike with my lower half as tightly as possible, and I'm pretty sure there are scratches on the side of the seat where I dug my nails in.  But then I began to enjoy, and I realized I was living every American girls dream!  Tootling around Europe on the back of a motorbike!  Luc was mystified and slightly embarrassed of my enthusiasm from then on out...I don't blame him; it would be kind of embarrassing to have a girl laughing hysterically, hooting and hollering "THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!" on the back of your bike...talk about ruining his street cred.  In order to pacify me, he agreed to a few photos (he knew I would just pester until he gave in).  Check them out below!  Vroom vroom!

Total bad ass