When you return from a vacation, you inevitably cling desperately to any shred of relaxation, adventure and fun you managed to capture in your time off. Don’t deny it, we all know it’s true. Last week, I binge ate croissants, wore a lot of black, made some french-speaking friends and pondered life’s complexities along the Seine in Paris. Now that I’ve returned to my beloved NYC, I’m trying to hold on to that last bit of Parisian je-know-say-kwa (pardon me, my French is terrible) by dissecting the style of Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris. So come along—and help me try and avoid the inevitable.