Because I’m a cheap motherfucker, I chose to fly Spirit (the ponderosa of airlines) and scheduled a flight that left at 6:40 a.m. to head to Atlanta. I was tired and my ears hurt from hearing constant smokers cough from the three women behind me, but it was all worth it. It was in the 60s and sunny and most importantly, I was reunited with my friends Melissa and Courtney!
One of the highlights of our first day was visiting Paris on Ponce, a giant space with dozens of vendors selling anything from vintage chairs and clothing to handcrafted tables and locally designed jewelry. There was also a French Bulldog named Leopold gallivanting through the space which made it even cooler.
I NEED this antler light fixture.
We popped by Henry and June, a coffee shop/retail store. I wanted everything, could afford nothing. The barista/associate was the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen too. I wanted to be like “Hey, can I take a picture of you?” But she’d probably find me creepy. She reminded me of Bryce Howard but with the coolest haircut.