After nearly 20 years living in Paris, I've learned this: lingerie here isn't hidden away in back drawers or saved for special occasions. It's everyday architecture, the first layer of confidence a Parisian woman puts on in the morning, long before the coat, the scarf, or that perfect red lip. In Paris, we dress for ourselves. For comfort, pleasure, and the quiet joy of knowing something beautiful is resting against our skin, even if no one else ever sees it. This is the heart of French ling[...]
