Because it looks like you have French accent and because Marcel Proust said something in the likes of happiness being good for the body, but it is misery that develops the soul. He also said, having spent most of his ife in bed, unaccompanied, that those who love and those who are happy are not the same. We could not agree less.

Because Midnight in Paris is a delightful cliche of a French-American relations. And because French people define who they are by what they do outside of work and Americans define who they are by what they do at work. And because French people take food seriously and sex lightly while Americans take food lightly and sex seriously.

And because Woody Allen's Hemingway pour out unbeatable prose like;

"All men fear death. It's a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven't loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman's heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal. "

Because it seems you just sat down in a photo booth to relax after a long lunch of cheese and wine, or maybe moules marinière, and while the busy streets of Paris roam about outside, the single lock of curl in your forehead makes the whispery sound of a flat b.

Because for some reason you makes us think of a younger, European Julian Casablancas. And after seeing Somewhere, the song I'll try anything once again reminds of us the genius of those New York boys and the simple beauty of well chosen words;

When I said; 'I can see me in your eyes',
you said; 'I can see you in my bed'.
That's not just friendship that's romance too,
you like music we can dance to.

Because;
a) we love the refreshing realism-pessimism that Parisians master,
b) you can spend a day at an Indian market, overflowing with silk, gold, spices, trash and stuff made of dreams, yet come to the conclusion; "Actually, I did not see anything that I really liked" and
c) when you say; "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about", we know that we are on to something.

More of an inspirational piece, but we doubt there are better ways of greeting a new day than in the interior design version of a pistachio macaron and spend the rest of your life in a French chateau with these boys.

- You wanna make out too much.
- Did you just hear what you said?
There is no such thing. That's like saying you wanna breath too much.

To be fair, the guy said he was an asshole from the beginning. We do not fully agree, but there is definitely a fine line between that and being plain stupid.

We heard on a radio show that the really gorgeous French youngster-models are impossible to book. Since their magnificent looks come from wealthy aristocrats mating with beautiful ladies, the boys are always away at boardning school and can't leave for something trivial as fashion shoots.

We met another young man at a party last weekend. He said that girls do not know what sex is about and act like porn stars until they're 28, in comparison to boys who figure it out at the age of 14. We got his number, but he blushed when we kissed goodbye and never replied to our after party invitation.
Although we see a lot of potential in the juniors, they still have some growing up to do.

We really like the saying that; "A tree does not grow by how much you pull it's branches, but rather how much water and nourishment you provide for it's roots."
We also like awesome girls who take pretty pictures, such as Jos & Hedvig.

Because although you look like a competent DJ, we'd much rather listen to Från Och Med Du on repeat, with you spending newly acquired leisure time trying to quit smoking, keeping that shirt unbottoned, being beardly gorgeous and shopping groceries with us on Sundays.

Confused? Frustrated? Misunderstood? Handsome?
Give us a call.

"The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven't had the good fortune of finding this happiness, I am there."

Word, Yves.

You look slightly retarded, but the way your little friend hides behind your protective arms, the color-coordination of shirt and jacket, showing off your accessorizing skills with that pretty watch and glasses, your dark hair and musician fingers, makes us wanna make out with you at this Vice party in Paris.

Because there is something irresistible about the French accent, you go to Standford, lived in Tokyo and we love to have bunk bed discussions with you in Belize.

Et parce que vous ne comprenez pas ce que nous entendons lors que nous disons que vous êtes un parisien.