There are days, like today, when I am out and about, running errands and I still have to pinch myself - "I live in Paris." It seems surreal - I keep expecting someone to tell me that it is time to go home. But this IS my home. I was exchanging the girls' riding boots today, at Decathlon at Place Madeleine - I had read an article the other day about how Saint Laurent was upset with this store here in Paris that was selling satirical tshirts - they are on Pinterest, say something to the effect "Ain't Laurent without Yves" - that finally pissed Hedi Slimane off (he took over - long story) so he sued them - issued a "cease and desist". Well of course I must go and support them! And since they are on rue St. Honore, just around the corner from Place Madeleine - on my way!
uh oh, place is packed and no cool shirts. Oh well. Make my way back to Metro - pass a corridor just off Place Vendome where there is house music pulsating out onto the street and a few fashionista want-to-bes are milling about. What is going on here? Turns out it is a small show - I start chatting with some older gentleman who tells me that it is almost over and I really need to stop and check out the exit - ok. You know what it reminded me of? Church - the way folks leave a fashion show reminds me of the way people leave church. Except for most of these people were in black - so it also reminded me of a funeral with crazy people who wanted to be photographed.
So I head home - oh, wait, there is a really nice Zara - I am browsing and bump into one of the "important" people of the show. She sheepishly smiled at me and told me that I inspired her to pop into Zara too - she loves that store!
And so, I live in Paris. OMG. Where craziness and fashion and laundry co-exist. Sometimes I feel like Alice in Wonderland, sometimes it feels normal and sometimes I feel so incredibly lucky. One thing, life is NEVER boring here - good thing because I do get bored easily and then I go shopping! LOL
uh oh, place is packed and no cool shirts. Oh well. Make my way back to Metro - pass a corridor just off Place Vendome where there is house music pulsating out onto the street and a few fashionista want-to-bes are milling about. What is going on here? Turns out it is a small show - I start chatting with some older gentleman who tells me that it is almost over and I really need to stop and check out the exit - ok. You know what it reminded me of? Church - the way folks leave a fashion show reminds me of the way people leave church. Except for most of these people were in black - so it also reminded me of a funeral with crazy people who wanted to be photographed.
So I head home - oh, wait, there is a really nice Zara - I am browsing and bump into one of the "important" people of the show. She sheepishly smiled at me and told me that I inspired her to pop into Zara too - she loves that store!
And so, I live in Paris. OMG. Where craziness and fashion and laundry co-exist. Sometimes I feel like Alice in Wonderland, sometimes it feels normal and sometimes I feel so incredibly lucky. One thing, life is NEVER boring here - good thing because I do get bored easily and then I go shopping! LOL