Inspirations, Looks, Travel

it was Paris

March 14, 2017

I wake up in a new city, this time Paris. Having a huge cup of water along with coffee. Well, pretty much my morning ritual. As I sip my coffee in the balcony I try not to think of anything except enjoy the view. It’s raining and windy but I like it…another precious morning. I have already planned my fashion week outfit so I am kinda set for the day. Super excited to be invited for Paris Fashion Week though, first time I am attending. So the day begins, I get ready for the shows, rush to be on time, as always. Agh, I just hope one day to be punctual. Honestly, I try my best to get ready and everything but the last second something happens and ta-da I’m late. This time though after running like crazy I make it on time.

The shows are super cool and I love most of the collections that I attend. The use of vibrant colors as red and yellow is apparent in most of the Spring/Summer 17 Collections. Also, I adore the collection presented by Cynthia and Xiao: it is mainly found on bold graphics infused with simple modernity. But then the location choice is also sick: the show is being held at L’Université Paris Decartes, which is part of the buildings of 18th Century Académie et Collège de Chirurgie and of the 19th Century Ecole de Santé of the French capital. So, everything is quite impressive.

Well, shows end and I get back to the city streets…the scenery before my eyes is a painting, no matter which way I turn. The locals sitting in cafés, sipping wine and smoking cigs, looking artsy. I just want to become part of them — something about the French is so cool and effortless that you want to re-invent yourself. I walk for hours all day long and just want to see the most I can, and yet another time, I say to myself…man, I wish my eyes could take photos.









 

it was Paris you said we were gonna meet

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