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Sunday, 27 February 2011

Paris Day One - Overview

Dragging ourselves out of bed at 4am was no mean feat for two fashionistas in a sordid affair with 2-4-1 cocktails. However, finally somehow we wereat Luton airport and eventually on a plane to Charles de Galle airport. On the plane we met up with William Seal, a male model with a much firmer hold on the french language than myself and Sannita.
Once we arrived in Paris we lazily paid an extortionate amount for a taxi to our hotel ‘Pavillion Republique Les Halles’. Looking at the outside we wonder what the hell we have let ourselves in for! Then after filling in forms and realising that where we were staying charges 100Euros a night we were let into our gorgeous twin and double rooms.  The double is huge and has a gorgeous balconette looking over the main road – we are in a busy area but its not too noisy and the decor is quaint verging on old fashioned.
We jump on the beds and take posey pictures on the balcony, excited that via Trivago we have bagged a £100 room for £30 per night. Get in! We intend to head into the surrounding area to seek out a supermarket but... its a Sunday and all thats open is a slightly over priced offy. Or should I say ‘Offée’? As you can tell – my french is pretty shit. We end up bored of searching for cheap meals and head of the Eiffel Tower, determined to get the touristy crap out the way asap. We wander through the gardens and are awed once again by the National Symbol. Its incredible to think that once upon a time the french citizens called the monument an eyesore. We spent around an hour wandering the neighboring streets eventually finding a Pub/Cafe that looked plastic and cheap from the outside but was all waiters in bowties and soft brown leather on the inside. We spent a while here, nursing a glass of gorgeous french wine over an omlette and chips. When the sun begins to set we leave and head for the eiffel tower again, wanting to watch the sunset feeling on top of the world. Paris from above is even more beautiful than walking through the streets – mainly because a few hundred feet in the air we arent about to get hit by an irate native driver. The wind is roaring around the top floor and the queues to get back down to the ground floor are hideous but eventually we land on solid ground for the second time today and are happy once again that we are in Paris!
Looking around the streets of tourist central Paris we see little fashion and as everywhere is shut there is no chance to check out the shops, as we pass in blood red lipstick and sticking out like a sore thumb heads turn and I cant help but wonder.... ‘ What the fuck are they going to think when PFW begins?!”. Fresh from LFW looking at the Eiffel Tower we can see the amazing structural and decorational detail and wonder if any of the Paris Fashion Week designers will take this detail, structure and ambition as inspiration.
High on life we wander back to a metro station and head home, knackered from our early start and feeling that although we have seen no fashion (at all – unless backpacks, pufferjackets and a million keyrings selling at 20cents each counts) we have had a fantastic day.
Tomorrow is the beginning of ‘real’ work with a designer showroom viewing and interview with Claudine Ivari in her Paris showroom. Exciting!

Much Love from Paris!
Jemima Daisy
&Sannita Hancock
&William Seal 



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