Day 1
I have arrived to Paris on the 2nd of March, right at the beginning of Paris Fashion Week, as if it was a good choice to get a Eurostar in the morning and get up at 2 am. Whatever, c’est la vie lol. I have my Uber dropping me off at the station, and the motion of the train making me fall asleep while listening to all the songs I have liked since 2020 or something, and boom we are in Paris just like that. One day you go to sleep in London, and you wake up in Paris at 9:30 am. I walk to my friend’s place, eat crepes that her flatmate made, chill, watch a cloud pass by, do some work, block my ex who wanted to call me.
I did NYFW and LFW ofc, but I never do Milan cause Paris is a lot and I need a gap to chill and work in London. First show is the IFM Masters graduation show. First of all, I lie – I don’t have backstage access, but I still go in cause why not? I walk in while listening to Demons by Fenech Soler. I steal a croissant and get to work. Whatever catches my eye, that’s what I capture.