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 just next to the Grand Palais, where many of my fashion week duties needed me to be. I probably didn't even need them to be, I would have still ended up beneath the art-nouveau lamps, gazing at the snaking Seine.
Between checking into Chanel Airlines and a Saint Laurent re-see (and a million other things in-between), I managed to catch up with Toni, who was ever so kind to shoot me and my OOTD. These are definitely for the photo albums. I didn't realise how well my mustard suit was going to match the gold finishings on the bridge until I saw these visuals on my screen.
Speaking of my outfit of choice, let's talk about the white elephant on the screen. It's not the first time I've worn something that was made to be worn by women, but I usually stick to a more normcore and less gendered garment. But ever since I saw this tunic, I was completely floored with the cut-out triangle shape and rolled-neck detail. I had to get it in every colour... which was just this and navy. I myself was a little on the fence about wearing it. Very mixed receptions greeted me throughout the day, but then, I bumped into Franca Sozzani. And she approved. That automatically makes everyone else's opinion irrelevant. Haters gonna hate, y'know?
Anyways, this is about all the time I have left to lay around and reminisce the magical moments of Paris. I need to dive back into reality and bury myself neck-deep in readings and assignments. Bonne nuit à tous!