Turns out Sundays in Paris can be fun and even, wait for it, spontaneous!
What started off as a lazy Starbucks coffee and a let down of a muffin turned into a fashion filled day out.
Finding fashion fun in this city is like hunting for gold in, lets say in this instance-Jamaica. Although this is more effort it is also more fulfilling, as it gives me a strange sense of accomplishment, living in the fashion industry “accomplishment” is a strange word to use as everything tends to be based on looks and meaningless words.
But…finding little bits and beautiful things in strange places at unexpected times is just divine. Where as in London it has become an endless competition for the non-existent gold fashion trophy. It is silly and tiring, competitive and impossible!