“Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess.” — Edna Woolman Chase Vogue editor-in-chief, 1914-1952.
A SHORT STORY ABOUT AN
AIR FRANCE STEWARDESS
It’s a bright, sunny morning. After an 11-hour flight from Seattle, the plane starts to descend into Charles de Gaulle Airport.
Tired and antsy, the passengers are anxious to de-plane. A couple grab each other’s hands and excitedly smile at each other, their wide eyes seemingly squeal, “We’re in Paris!”
The plane comes to a complete stop and the stewardess says, “Welcome to Paris,” as she presses “play” on the plane’s audio system.
As I stretch my arms above me, the dreamy sound of the Chromatics “Running Up That Hill” slowly grows louder and louder, and it begins to reverberate and pulsate throughout the airplane’s cabin, enveloping everyone in the warmth of its ethereal ambience, and suddenly it all seems very Parisian.
No, it’s not an Air France policy to welcome its passengers to Paris with a sultry, slow motion EDM song. This was the doing of a Stewardess with Style, who gave everyone on that flight a unique, lifelong memory of landing in Paris.
Now, I smile every time I press play.