In a World of Impermanence, I’ll Always Have Paris
I have never felt further from a former version of myself as I do now, here, today.
This is Hemlines, a column byTabitha Blankenbilleron dresses, identity, and how fashion reflects who we are—and who we might become.
Train Day—White Embroidered Scarf, Black Travel Coat, Leggings
Rick Steves Paris
You can wear it in Paris
This won’t be your last time in ParisYou are young and working hard and your life is just unfolding now, this life of seeing and doing and saying
no
Is it too much to wear an Eiffel Tower dress to the Eiffel Towercheck out
it’s for Paris
thank you for trying
I’ll always stay here
Tabitha Blankenbiller is the author of the debut essay collection Eats of Eden: A Foodoir, released from Alternating Current Press in March 2018. Her work has appeared in Tin House, Catapult, Electric Lit, The Rumpus, Narratively, Hobart, Barrelhouse, Bustle, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, and a number of other journals. She graduated from the Pacific University MFA program and lives outside of Portland, Oregon.
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