NIÇOISE

 If you've been following me on Snapchat and Instagram, you'll know that I've been on a whirlwind of a journey through Spain, bouncing from city to city. Last night we finally arrived in the French Riviera and I was able to take a breather - along the unbelievably blue coastline. No wonder they call it Côte d'Azur. Here's a quick little check-in before I spend the rest of the day exploring the Vieille Ville, or Old Town of Nice - a pastel-coloured paradise of converging streets, alive with the aromas and sounds of the Mediterranean. À bientôt!            Shot along the Mediterranean coast at Promenade des Anglais in Nice, France.     Photo assistance - Claudia Naomi   Wearing: & Other Stories - Shirt // H&M - Shorts //  El Corte Inglés - Leather drawstring bag // Tod's - Gommini driving slider // Céline - Audrey...

ON DUTY

I'm assuming you've been following me and my #fixatedFRANCE antics on Instagram over the past couple of days. It's been a total whirlwind and I have no idea where the time's gone. I'm still recuperating and coming to my senses. You can imagine how swamped I must be if I, the biggest procrastinator, had to forego idling around. The last two weeks have been hectic, to say the least. Not only was it the busiest time of year in the fashion industry, with Paris Fashion Week in full swing, but in the academic year as well, with deadlines stacking up as the end of semester draws to a close. While education is always my first priority, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to cover fashion week for Fashionide and Clara Indonesia. Like most of my friends, who see my life through the rose-coloured glasses of Snapchat, you're probably thinking something along the lines of "wow, lucky him, he's having so much fun". Yes, I too believe that I'm incredibly lucky to be able to do what I love. And yes, I do have fun attending shows and experiencing Paris in all her overwhelming glory. But there's so much more to it than what you see on social media... or rather what I selectively show you on social media. Blood, sweat and tears are involved. Figuratively and literally. When I'm in Paris, first and foremost, I'm there for work - as a writer, reviewing shows and collections, and as a photographer, shooting street style. Once these are covered each day, I revert to university duties, which consist of endless readings and toiling over essays across multiple...

PONT ALEXANDRE III

    Upon stepping foot onto Parisian soil, most may flock to see the tour Eiffel, Musée du Louvre or Jardin des Tuileries, but my first pit stop had to be something more grand, more decadent, more in-tune with my aesthetic - the magnificent Pont Alexandre III. Even though I've seen it countless times before, captured in videos and photos, I was on a mission to see it with my own two eyes. And let me tell you something, it was worth the 40 minute walk along the Seine that chilled me to the bone. Note to self: bring a jacket no matter how warm the day might have seemed. As I came to the end of my frantic power-walk, I parked myself at the foot of the bridge to take in the scene that cold evening. Right on cue, the Eiffel Tower burst into life, with a dazzling display of sequin-like lights, against the faded pastels of sunset. If that isn't what you call magic, I don't know what is. It's in moments like these, when the universe slips into a recess of perfection and time stands still, that I truly feel appreciative of my life, and all I can do is smile. There's nothing left but you and the beauty of your surroundings.  In that moment I fell in love with Paris. Over the remainder of my trip I made several more visits here - crossing between Champs-Élysées and Invalides like a pingpong ball in a game of table tennis, fighting sea-legs while dining (snacking) on the river, still amazed by how the bridge looked like it had a different personality at different times of day. Luckily for me, Pont Alexandre III is located...

JE NE SAIS QUOI

After a glorious seven days in la Ville Lumière, I've come to a very concrete conclusion about Paris - this city was built out of magic and pixie dust. I can't quite put my finger on what exactly it was that enamoured me quicker than you could double tap an Instagram post. Was it the romantic and historically-rich architecture?  Was it the twisting wrought-iron balconies that overlooked the ridiculously photogenic streets that trapped my heart as I walked around? Or the fact that Paris is one of those places where you can actually walk everywhere you want to go? Or maybe it was because of the friendly people around me (I really don't know why the French get a bad rep for being rude)? The minute I settled into my charming Airbnb, I felt like I was home, and not like I was there for work or as a tourist. It could have been that? Whatever it may have been, it was the perfect mix of circumstances and a dash of that je ne sais quoi that makes Paris so Paris. I've left a trail of my heart through this city and you can track it through Instagram with #fixatedFRANCE. During the times that I wasn't floating through cobblestone streets, snapping every building, window and door that could be photographed, stuffing my face with every pastry and dessert in sight and stopping to smell the roses, I was covering Paris Fashion Week for the Fashionide. What a perfect marriage between pleasure and profession. In all honesty though, even the work side of this trip felt a lot like play to me. I guess that's what they...
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