I used to think maybe someday I could live in Paris. I like art and bread and stripes and scarves, so I thought it could work…
Now, I know it can work because I met Nailmatic, the nail polish vending machine, and I refuse to live anywhere without one.
There I was, strolling through the trade shows in the Tuileries, oogling pretty shoes and handbags when I saw it. I stopped, dead in my tracks. Is that? A…? Wait?? OHMYGOD.
Inside this magic box live 63 different polish colors (including top and base coats). I could’ve spent a good hour deciding what color I wanted to get, but due to the long line forming behind me, I went ahead and selected a dark blue color called Lou. It’s by far the best thing I’ve ever purchased from a vending machine. Paris, you are one lucky city.