A few days ago we visited a Christmas antiques market in the brisk and bright sun of St. Tropez.

A very sophisticated and refined aunty Thérèse – whom I admire tremendously and who in her youth studied “les beaux-arts” at the Louvre – visited the antique fair with me. She knew the story and background of every object at the market. I hung onto every word of hers, trying to learn and capture every detail.

One of these years, I too will know something…

At this point, I only know what I like. That is these 1920’s earrings created from deep burgundy garnets, marcasites and old silver. Beautifullll…. And even though Thérèse can spot a fake from a scary distance, she accepted my find 🙂 🙂 🙂 .

We had such a lovely time. Thérèse kindly admired my taste and passion for all items worn and vintage, and I enjoyed her knowledge and expertise. Her talent, although a source of great fun, didn’t make us very popular amongst the antique market people… Thérèse was able to blow the whistle on too many hustlers there…

Still, I managed to find another pair of antique earrings to treasure:

These silver, crystal and marcasite darlings Thérèse declared unique, from the 1920’s as well.

The last piece of advice from Thérèse was that these earrings should be worn with a little black dress, when going out for something special.

Promptly, I took them out yesterday, to Monaco. We went to see a modern rendition of the Swan Lake at the Grimaldi Forum with some friends. The tickets were a very thoughtful Christmas gift that I received, but…. Looking around I realized that Monaco truly isn’t a place for vintage. It’s for everything new, shiny, expensive, big brand names kinda place.

Me and my little treasures, my earrings and a 60’s vintage handbag borrowed from Mamie, were totally out of place amongst all the gliterrati.

Nevermind, I decided.

Elegance is an Attitude.

Right?

~*♥*~