Editorial Content for My Paris Dream: An Education in Style, Slang, and Seduction in the Great City on the Seine
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“I was always on the prowl for fashion news, looking for inspiration while walking around Paris, watching the branchée girls shopping in Les Halles and pasting polaroids and previews from fashion shoots into my week-at-a-glance calendar.” An editor for Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar and Time, Kate Betts has been just about everywhere anyone could have wished to go. But it all started when, in 1986, as a recent college grad, she moved to Paris.
With a few French lessons under her belt, naïve, youthful hopes mixed with genuine trepidation (there had been bombings in Paris that year), she stayed with a French family, immersed herself in the life of the city, and looked for a job. For a time she worked for the International Herald Tribune as an aide-documentaliste (“glorified paper-pusher”), but later landed a tough yet significant assignment as a journalist for the dictatorial John Fairchild, who groomed her by giving her sometimes apparently impossible tasks. Chasing a party of wild boar hunters was one highlight. Her zeal had been for serious news, hoping to wind up in Southeast Asia or the Middle East, but in the Fairchild empire she found herself writing about food and fashion. Meanwhile, falling thoroughly in love with a suave French businessman provided the perfect piquancy for her private life.
"[F]ew who read about [Betts'] gutsy, glittering glissade through the City of Light will feel anything other than a frisson of envy."
Betts rings all the changes, having seen Paris with the anticipated golden glow of youth and romance, but also confronting its rather disappointing flaws. Listening for legends of the left wing, she heard instead, during the trial of Klaus Barbie, the stories of French collaboration with the Nazis. And as a naïve, can-do American, she came to grips with the fact that the most common answer to almost every question among Parisians was “non.”
Not long after a sad parting with her lover, Betts also had a parting of the ways with Fairchild, when she decided to write her real impression of a lackluster fashion show by the then-ailing Yves Saint Laurent. Fairchild coldly informed her that she had no authority to express her own ideas, and instead printed a rave. Fortuitously she got a phone call from Anna Wintour of Vogue, and the job she was offered there soon became a reality.
Even though Betts had long recognized that “Even if I spoke slang and danced Le Rock, I would always be une étrangère,” she felt pangs of regret at “breaking up with France.” But few who read about her gutsy, glittering glissade through the City of Light will feel anything other than a frisson of envy. As told in MY PARIS DREAM, her coming of age was not a novel, but the true story of a young woman destined to rise to the height of her profession.
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As a young woman, Kate Betts nursed a dream of striking out on her own in a faraway place and becoming a glamorous foreign correspondent. After college --- and not without trepidation --- she took off for Paris, renting a room in the apartment of a young BCBG (bon chic, bon genre) family and throwing herself into the local culture. She was determined to master French slang, style and savoir faire, and to find a job that would give her a reason to stay.
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As a young woman, Kate Betts nursed a dream of striking out on her own in a faraway place and becoming a glamorous foreign correspondent. After college --- and not without trepidation --- she took off for Paris, renting a room in the apartment of a young BCBG (bon chic, bon genre) family and throwing herself into the local culture. She was determined to master French slang, style and savoir faire, and to find a job that would give her a reason to stay.
About the Book
As a young woman, Kate Betts nursed a dream of striking out on her own in a faraway place and becoming a glamorous foreign correspondent. After college --- and not without trepidation --- she took off for Paris, renting a room in the apartment of a young BCBG (bon chic, bon genre) family and throwing herself into the local culture. She was determined to master French slang, style and savoir faire, and to find a job that would give her a reason to stay.
After a series of dues-paying jobs that seemed only to reinforce her outsider status, Kate’s hard work and willingness to take on any assignment paid off: Her writing and intrepid forays into la France Profonde --- true France --- caught the eye of John Fairchild, the mercurial fashion arbiter and publisher of Women’s Wear Daily, the industry’s bible. Kate’s earliest assignments --- investigating the mineral water preferred by high society, chasing after a costumed band of wild boar hunters through the forests of Brittany --- were a rough apprenticeship, but she was rewarded for her efforts and was initiated into the elite ranks of Mr. Fairchild’s trusted few who sat beside him in the front row and at private previews in the ateliers of the gods of French fashion. From a woozy yet mesmerizing Yves Saint Laurent and the mischievous and commanding Karl Lagerfeld to the riotous, brilliant young guns who were rewriting all the rules --- Martin Margiela, Helmut Lang, John Galliano --- Betts gives us a view of what it was like to be an American girl, learning about herself, falling in love, and finding her tribe.
Kate Betts’s captivating memoir brings to life the enchantment of France --- from the nightclubs of 1980s Paris where she learned to dance Le Rock, to the lavender fields of Provence and the grand spectacle of the Cour Carrée --- and magically re-creates that moment in life when a young woman discovers who she’s meant to be.
