Illustration by Aasha Ramdee
I may have left New York for a new start at life, love and the pursuit of drinking wine during the day, but twice a year I get the itch to revert to my old habits where I simply cannot resist: Paris Fashion Week bulldozes through town.
Anyone who is here in Paris, surely is witness to our streets teeming with fashion officials who flew in for first looks of the Fall 2013 collections. Congregations of buyers to editors to designers to photographers can be seen flocking from one to show to the next all over the city where the fashion energy is just busting! I'm definitely not cool enough to say that I'm fully apart of it, but not too cool to pretend to not care. How some people thrive from awards season, Fashion Week gets me doing my happy shuffle, complete with jazz hands. I'm doing it now...
As I had mentioned in an earlier post, the plan was to go to a few of the smaller shows and to skip my usual showroom run where I assist with selling the collection to the large department stores after they've hit the runway. But that all changed earlier this week when an availability opened at one of my favorite houses, which happens to fall during next week's school vacation. Seriously, how could I say no?
Although vacation starts next week, before my much-needed eighteen day break from my little French muffins, I've had to play a game of juggling two lives, channeling "Terry" in my favorite 80s flick "Just One of the Guys". Instead of going from guy to girl like Terry (I love that his/her name is Terry, by the way), I've been going from fashionista to toddler teacher in a matter of metro stops. Nothing sets your two feet on the sticky metro ground than leaving a fashion show, changing your heels out for a pair of plastic Tati ballet flats using the train pole for balance, to arrive at school where one of your students tells you that you're too fat to sit on one of their kiddie stools. Kids...
But really, I love what I do and the simplicity of my life here where my daily uniform consists of leggings and over-sized sweaters. But it's also nice to get a taste of the old days, dust off some of those dresses shoved at the end of my clothing rack, and live it up...just a little. Clink! Happy Fashion Week!
To check out some of my Fashion Week shots, click here!
