Paris Fashion Week. For the longest time it was just a wild dream, a thought in my head that I hoped would one day be a reality and this week it finally became one. To put the experience into words is difficult, but if I had to sum it up in just one word I would say: surreal. Going to Paris during a normal week is so incredibly special, so you can imagine how much more fun it becomes when you are there for an occasion such as fashion week. On a typical day, my alarm would go off at 6:30, then I would get ready, head to breakfast and then head out to shoot whatever look I was wearing to the shows. After that we jump in a cab and head to the show location. That’s where the fun begins. Sure, most runway shows take place on a stage, in a pretty plain building with stadium seating, but not in Paris. The shows were everywhere from Grand Palais, to an ornate boutique hotel in the center of Place Vendôme, to Palais Royal. No, it wasn’t my first time seeing these locations but seeing them with my favorite designer’s clothing strutting down the runway made them that much more special. It was a sight to see.
Getting to hang out with some of my favorite blogger girls was another highlight. We would pop by a local cafe in between shows (Cafe De La Paix is always a fave, and Les Deux Magots is a must see!), shoot street style pictures toegther, and grab dinner in the evening. Getting three square meals a day is just about impossible during any fashion week and Paris was no exception, so having snacks handy is key.
Danny, my bestie and photographer and I always had granola bars and Skinny Girl popcorn handy, which proved to be a total lifesaver at times. On days when there was a rare break in the action, we would venture out to see our favorite sights in the city. Taking in the awe-inspiring mass of the Eiffel Tower never gets old. We got there early to beat the rush of tourists and it was just as beautiful as I’d remembered. Of course, no trip to Paris would be complete without a stopover at the famous Ladurée for a little coffee and macaron tasting, it was just what we needed before heading off to Monmarte. Sacré Coeur was stunning despite the zoo of tourists that were swarming it and the views of the city were unparalleled.
Paris fashion week was everything that I thought it would be and more. From the magic of the runway shows, to mid-day coffee breaks and strolling through the cobblestone streets. Now, I just can’t help but to wonder what next season has in store.
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