Morning of Mourning

My beloved Grandpa Cook has passed on. I'm relieved to know he's no longer in pain but so sad that I won't see him again in this life. He was a truly amazing man and will be greatly missed. I will always cherish my afternoons spent listening to him tell stories from his younger days and our evenings of watching Jazz games together.
He had a way of making every one in his life feel important and special. I'm grateful for all his encouraging words and the amazing example he set.

 

 

89 The well-traveled man who hated to go began his mornings at the Country Store Sharing stories, sipping a cup of jo Then off to the field where the wind did blow Warm sun on his neck, he'd work 'til called for The well-traveled man who hated to go Cowboy boots on, with his hat tipped just so Daydreams of chasing wild mustangs once more Sharing stories, sipping a cup of jo Work took him places yet you'd never know he'd walked along the Okinawa shore The well-traveled man who hated to go He'd speak of the past, the times long ago Fond memories you may have heard before Sharing stories, sipping a cup of jo An elopement with the girl he'd loved so Sixty-seven years passed. Love to adore. The well-traveled man who hated to go Sharing stories, sipping a cup of jo

The Red Beret Series

For Aimee's last Saturday in Paris we decided to wander around the city and take photos. So for the days to come when she'll miss the charming French life, I hope these pictures will give her a smile.

Baguette and Beret, a photo by Bree Sage on Flickr.

Paris Vogue Fashion Night

The Chloe Balloon, a photo by Bree Sage on Flickr.

Lauren Cooper with her well earned Chloe balloon.


Emmanuelle Alt - Editor of Vogue Paris


The crowd outside Dior

Last night I went into Paris with my friend Lauren in order to check out Vogues Fashion Night. Avenue George V (cinq) was filled with models, fashion enthusiasts, photographers, designers and the curious (me). High heels, short dresses and size zeros were abundant. The champagne flowed like water for those special enough or patient enough to get into the stores. Louis Vuitton had models dressed as maids, greeting everyone who walked into the store. Heart shaped balloons were being handed out at Chloes but that required pushing, shoving and being yelled at by the guards because the French don't know how to form lines. The street was hectic and when the parade of mini coopers pulled up in front of Prada, girls began to squeal and run as they saw Paris Vogue Editor, Emmanuelle Alt sitting in the front seat with three models in the back. Cameras flashed, Videos rolled, iPhones were busy calling, messaging and updating their facebook on the excitement going on around.  I just stood there in awe by it all. Not because I was in the presence of "celebrities" because lets be honest, I had no idea who any of these people were. This was a whole new world to me. I had transported into the Vogue magazine and was seeing everything in the flesh. I enjoy fashion but I know nothing when it comes to designers. And here I was, completely surrounded by the latest and greatest in Parisian style. I wanted to take pictures of nearly everyone I saw, but was so fascinated by it all that I hardly took out my camera. When I noticed one man with a fancy camera taking photos, I quickly stepped aside to get out of the shot. He lowered his camera and smiled at me and I realized that he was taking my picture. I laughed self consciously and kept walking. It's moments like this when the girl from Utah feels out of place in a city like Paris, France.




If you're interested in seeing a bit what Fashion Night was about, here's the link: http://fashionsnightout.vogue.fr/  Where the video is at around 2:05 (hour two, minute five) is when I was standing there watching it all.

An Attempt to be Parisian

Portrait in Paris, a photo by Bree Sage on Flickr.

Sunday in the city with my sidekick Aimee.


One of our last weekends together, as she prepares to return to Canada.
I will miss her more than words can say and am so grateful for the friendship we share. She's the sister I never had; my gemini twin. Jet love toujours.