Ines de la Fressange And Our Sad Obsession With Parisian Chic

by Verena von Pfetten | 11:00 am, April 22nd, 2011

Every year, a new book or a new diet comes out that promises to turn us average American women into croissant eating, wine drinking, exercise deploring Parisian women with the flip of a page and the flick of a cigarette. And every year, no matter how hard we try to wear nautical stripes and neutral-toned ballet flats, we’re left just as American as we were the year before. It’s a frustrating cycle — so why do we do it? Because every so often, an interview like the New York Times‘ most recent profile of Ines de le Fressange comes along, and we can’t help but dream of being just like her.