I originally wasn’t planning on attending many events, but it was hard not to because it feels as though Paris becomes the fashion capital of the world in September.
In Paris, people dress totally different than I’ve ever seen people dress in New York. It’s as if they are always on the go and need to look fabulous 24/7. During my two weeks there, I don’t think I saw anyone wearing leggings or gym clothes unless it was for fashion purposes.
It also seemed like every bar and restaurant was always filled after 9pm. I’m not sure if people eat dinner later over there, but they can definitely party. Being in France even made me want to take up smoking cigarettes.
Although I experienced being pushed and shoved and felt like nobody at the shows I attended, I felt more than lucky to be there because seeing them from photos is completely different than seeing them in person. I even got to play the game of ‘what celebrity is that?’ I found myself interested more and more in where someone came from then why they were at fashion week. Everyone had a different story. I found it hilarious how judgemental some people were and how others had the kindest, most genuine hearts and were just in Paris because they absolutely love what they do.