It is Paris Fashion Week and I put my French suit on, the only thing not so French being my super sized sunglasses (probably a bit too much of an outer space vibe for the average Parisienne). And the fact that I wear an itsy bit of make up, just enough to prevent me from saying/singing I woke up like this all day.
The glitter-sock-in-shoes have been major life savers. If it wasn’t for them, these patent friends would have left my heels with some pretty decent war wounds while breaking them in. With the socks, I am easily sliding from Palais de Tokyo to Le Marais and from Grand Palais to the Louvre, Laduree for a tarte tatin and Rose Bakery for their asiettes legumes in between (both obviously ordered with a super Dutch/English accent).
You see, Paris is super walkable, you just need to make sure you do it in the comfy shoe variety. And if your shoe is not of that particular comfy variety, make them comfortable like a bathroom slipper.
With one and a half more days to go and a hard drive full of inspiring things to share, I can not believe how this Fashion Week season went by in just a heart beat. Maybe because I skipped New York and its horror snow this time? Maybe because everything – mainly on the streetstyle side of things – was extra extra overwhelming.
All I know for sure is that I wore a blazer/no coat in winter (heat tech underneath, but does that really count?) and that makes me happy. And I wasn’t cold.
PS: This was the only day so far Paris didn’t shed a sh*tload of rain on us.
Pictures by Anna Nooshin.