So fashion month is now over and I still haven't quite recovered. I'm still exhausted despite embracing a lie-in wherever humanly possible, and I haven't made it out much since I've got back. Still, I kind of miss the constant rush of adrenaline, lack of sleep, and dare I say replacing steady meals with strong coffee, wine and cigarettes. It's exhausting, but the good kind.
If you haven't been following my Instagram, here's an overview of my Paris travels, including jewellery from Noor Fares and Jennifer Fisher at the Valery Demure showroom, the rooftop hot tub in my Montparnasse apartment thanks to Waytostay and Fashiolista, my second home/wardrobe i.e. Charlie May's showroom and beloved balcony, Karen Walker sunglasses hand delivered from NYC by Bradbury Lewis (you angel), and of course the beautiful Parisian architecture. I swear I spent most of my time looking up. My highlights were definitely wining and dining with Mario Testino (never thought I'd say that in a sentence) and meeting the boys at Public School. I'd been waiting to see their collection in person for quite some time. I didn't actually make it to many shows that I had planned to go to, and instead they were replaced by constant Uber rides, over-running meetings and more wine. I did manage to get through the manic stampede of people outside the Yohji Yamamoto show though, and my god the coats. I use the term coats loosely, they could definitely pass as duvets. Not that I'm complaining or anything.