While the Company girls were sunning themselves in Ibiza, I was off to Paris for men's fashion week. Paris is one of the few fashion capitals that the weary fashion set can get excited about as it hasn't sold its soul to the big conglomerates that tend to sap any creativity out of even the most left-field designers; last week saw the best of Spring / Summer 2013 menswear move into the sweltering city.
Fresh off the Eurostar, I was met by a driver (I know how stuffy that sounds but seriously
there are no cabs in Paris), I threw my luggage into my weird smelling - room and headed into Le Marais to check out some men's threads. Paris is not only a beautiful city architecturally but over men's fashion week it's made a whole lot more beautiful by male models decorating every street corner male models aren't really my thing but they certainly don't fail to spruce the place up. After a quick 're-see' appointment, a couple of dear Parisian fash-friends came to visit me; we backed an espresso and headed off to watch the footie and introduced our Prada outfits to pints in plastic glasses uber chic!
The next day Givenchy, Comme des Garcon and Galliano men's shows highlighted the day's schedule as the fashionistas paraded around the city, but as it turned out, not only the fashion industry had moved into Paris but Gay Pride had landed there too. To celebrate, I invited a British men's Editor who is notoriously mischievous to dinner at Café Ruc (one of the fashion dinner destinations) which inevitably moved on to a couple of Gay Pride pre-parties, which in turn resulted in me dragging my weary carcass back to my hotel room at 7am ouch.
The morning after the night before felt like I'd been dropped in syrup everything was just that little bit harder and slower. Still, I perked up after a few (dozen) coffees and it was back to the job in hand and the commencement of Operation: 'Don't-Look-Too-Hungover'. After a few meetings with some sprightly journos, PRs and designers I popped into the 'London Showrooms'. These Showrooms are funded by the British Fashion Council and enable some young and penniless British designers to show their collections alongside the city's bigger players.
As my last day in Paris drew to a close it was off to see two of my favourite Parisian fellas. A delicious steak and a couple of bottles of wine down, it was time to hit the newest and chicest bar in the city No Comment. Packed with beautiful people, coffee tequilas shots, dark corners and fab tunes this really is the place to go if you find yourself in Paris.
Paris prides itself on being the city of love and romance but whatever you love; laughing into the early hours, falling for the new season must-have, staring at male models or drinking cocktails in the most perfect company, as a single girl, this time Paris might not have been my city of love but it's certainly a city of lovely things..."