Margaux Delacroix, 32

The city skyline’s basically just my backup dancer tonight. Treating the chorus like a vintage I’m still learning to read.

Morning light has a way of making last night’s decisions look like a very expensive mistake. That phone is the scandal, and the sunrise is already mad at me. Let’s blame it on the Saint-Émilion—if you’re going to misbeha

This one's a favorite

Napa’s vines are a little uneven, but so is anyone worth knowing. At least this glass knows exactly what it’s pretending to be.

Roses at midnight are the only ones who don’t pretend to be something they’re not. I’ll let them keep their secret—this once.

Hooves and waves, both trying to outshine each other. I let them think they won.

That Eiffel Tower glow is doing all the heavy lifting for my pose. But you’re welcome to join me up here and pretend you spotted it first.

String lights never miss a chance to show off. This one's putting on a whole show for the night.