Paris mon amour ...

After Milan I quickly had to go to Paris. Yes the fashion world is fast forward and being a part of it means rushing from one place to another - we know that, we all saw Meryl, Prada's devil. So I flew to Paris - mon amour.

 

Instead of booking another fashionable designer hotel, I decided to stay this time more private and I found a small apartment in the 3^rd arrondissement. It's a wonderful idea, renting the place of someone else for some days. It gives you the feeling of being home wherever you are on this planet. I like being an urban gypsy.  The place was amazing. In the middle of the Marais, 5^th floor, one bedroom apartment with a marvellous view. Not as luxurious as a hotel but with a lot of privacy and cosiness. It was the right place for a pleasant stay in the city of love.

 

The reason I went to Paris was the show of Nina Ricci. A friend of mine is working for her as chef du salon and so I had to go and see the show. And it was probably the best collection Oliver ever showed. The show, in one of Paris suburbs, at least it looked like one to me, took my breath away.  A beautiful colour mix, dark but spiced up with a lot of bright red, blue and greens. Tight silhouettes, a very feminine and exceptional cut, this is the way I would describe the autumn winter collection.  The models looked like elves out of a romantic star wars fairy tale. I think Mila perfectly described it. "The way David Bowie writes music is the way that Oliver makes clothes." These gowns simply were fashion for style women, a collection made for the princess who is already a queens. Everyone who saw the show left with this smile on the face, knowing that he saw probably one of the best shows of the season. Maybe Oliver will leave Nina Ricci, I heard the rumours. I hope he will start designing clothes for Ninos!

          

  

 

Let me tell you one more thing about the show. The models were wearing incredible shoes. They looked like hooves and I am still wondering how the girls could cat walk with it. I've been told that they wouldn't be able to stand up again once they felt down. So the crew was praying during the whole show. None of the model felt. Thanks God.

 

After the show I went to my favourite restaurant in Rue du Faubourg Saint Denis, le Julien, It is Paris lifestyle in its purest form. The restaurant is an Art Deco building with an astonishing interior. Glamour deluxe - all you need, marble columns, colourful windowpanes and for sure the typical French service. Not that I really like the French way, the stuff always seems to be a bit unfriendly, but at the end they are just doing their job in a great way. I had Steak Tatar and some fish and I felt in love with the French cuisine once more. You can tell about the French what ever you want, but one thing is for sure, no one can cook the way the French do it. Not even the Italians!

My assistant told me to go to this insider place in rue Pearl. He said it is the place to be for all the creative people in town. It's a small bar with a very young crowd, mostly students and media people. Honestly, I did not like it that much. Maybe because I am over the age of standing outside, having a cigarette and drinking wine in the cold spring air of Paris. I wanted to mention this place anyhow, because I guess it is the only pub where you get wine for 3 Euro.

I saw some more shows; Dior, Sonjy Rykiel and others, but nothing could inspire me the way Nina Ricci did. I also went to the trade fairs, the Tranoi and the Rendez-Vous. These little shows are, besides the big show rooms, still the places to discover new and young designer from all over the world. It's always worth to go there and see how creative and new design can be. Unfortunately the global financial crisis also hit the world of fashion. Even everyone tried to think positive, the tenor was clear: it is going to be a hard year for the fashion.

 

After three days in town I packed again and left Paris heading back home with a smile on my face. I had some special moments in town. Very private ones, which probably should not be mentioned her on the blog. Can you imagine how it feels like meeting your Ex again after 3 years? I met my Ex twice, always by accident, within 24 hour. I like Paris - mon amour. 

 

Guys I'll leave you with this. Next time you'll hear from me it will rough and pure.

I am going to Berlin! I'm dating Axel (at the) Hotel.