I’m in Paris, not for shows but to (sort of) look for an apartment. The weather in New York is abysmal, so it’s nice to not be there. While packing I convinced myself that it’s much cooler here than it is. So eager to wear sweaters and boots I rationalized that it’s in the 60s at night, which is true, however it’s high 70s during the day… My friend HC will give me flak because she knows I have questionable packing skills and encouraged me to start the process before the morning of my flight. She, also, kindly pointed out that the tall Celine boots I’m thinking of buying will be impossible to pack for the return trip (at least I’ll be able to squeeze in my favorite lip balm). Out of my overstuffed carry-on I’ve pretty much worn the same things for two days. Lesson learned.
Despite my packing idiocy, September is a gorgeous time to be here. This time of the year I’m endlessly inspired by the chic women (mothers and grandmothers) picking up their children from school. Today I’m going to check out Rouje and Mister K, two shops on my radar. Even though there is a recently opened Officine Générale shop in NYC, the prices here are significantly less. And, if the boots are a perfect fit, I’ll just figure out how to get them home.
Hope everyone is well!