This was about the time I realised I had run out of clothes. Usually I place an ASOS order to get me through my travels but as I was flying from one place to another I wasn’t in one place long enough to have anything delivered without the chance of missing it. Luckily I found a few pieces I loved in Zara, which is usually a rare occurrence as the stores are often so busy and my sizes are always gone that it deters me and I decide to just go buy candy instead. Hash tag #alwayseatingsweets.
Mixed with some of my all time staple pieces like a breton top, white trousers and my trusty Louboutin Pigalle’s, I realised this is probably as Parisian as I’m ever going to get. The way women dress here is so effortlessly chic, with minimal to no make-up and perfectly sitting natural hair. If I walk out of the house like that I often feel more like a homeless gremlin. And yes that’s the only way I can think to describe it right now. But the best part is when I catch myself loving a lady’s outfit only to discover once she turns around that she’s in fact 40-something years old. I don’t know how the Parisians age so gracefully and keep so fit when a large percentage are constantly smoking and eating nothing but
carbs baguettes and pastries. One things for sure, I’ll have what they’re having please.
Photos by Carin Olsson