Paris in Atlanta

I found the most enchanting antique shop in Atlanta, Paris on the Ponce.  The shop owner was kind enough to let me take photos - somewhere around 156 - and this is one of my favorites.  This redhead sat beneath the art deco mirror I bought, and she did a good job marketing the objets d'art.  I could conjure up images of how bohemian I would surely look sitting in my artsy old home beneath the mirror, even without the mask and red hair. 

This antique shop was the type I have longed always to find; it was a place of ideas, dreams and wildly sexy images, dim red lights, cut glass and glitter.   It even had a mock cabaret cafe, Le Moulin Rouge, complete with tables and chairs, balcony seating, bar and stage.  I was transported to the time and place where I surely lived in a former life, Paris sometime between 1880 and 1920, immersed in that period's seductive, hazy, daring je m'en fous style.