“La beauté n’est que la promesse du bonheur” – Stendhal
Or in English, “Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness”. And Seattle was beautiful. In the space of my 5 minute walk from Westlake Station to the Grand Hyatt when I arrived in Seattle on a brisk Thursday evening, I fell in love with the city.
Certainly, what Stendhal terms crystallization was occuring. I was taken by how very urban yet un-oppressive the downtown area of Seattle felt– the perfect coexistance of opposing energies. I was titillated by the near perfect shopping offerings and my heart melted at how friendly everyone was. “I could live here!” I thought, ” I should move here!”
Even the lugubrious labour of the skies and the October chill would not dull the sheen of the city for me. I was certain that the food alone– from Café Besalu’s short and sweet necatrine danish, to Piroshky Piroshy’s beef and onion piroshky to the simple and casual Wagamama-like Noodle joint in Capitol Hill (the name of which escapes me)–would make up for the incessant rain. “Besides,” I reassured myself, “umbrellas are quite chic!”
What better companion to the gorgeously dark and gloomy day than the brightest pair of trousers I own? Off I went to conquer Pike Street market, in the trousers Lisa and I dubbed, the Victoire Pant! There is indeed a certain promise of happiness in brightly coloured trousers!
What I wore: J Crew sweater, Miss Selfridge denim shirt, J Crew Minnie pant in Vibrant Flame, Christian Dior patent flats, Céline Luggage Mini, Maryam Keyhani Necklace