With only half the day’s elation behind us, Chanelle, my friend and previous style business partner, wearily slipped on her penultimate outfit, claiming, “I’ve changed so many times today I’ve forgotten who I am!”
This is surely the most spontaneous and strongest affirmation of why I often go to great lengths to emphasise that I’m in the industry of style longevity rather than the ever-changing fashion industry.
“Well than”, you might ask reader, “what are you doing attending Fashion Week in Paris?” This is easily answered with a whimsical sigh and simply put explanation; “I do love a taste of Parisian flair and trendsetting designer wear every so often.”
The more practical answer is that Craig, my wonderful husband, and I were generously invited to what is certainly the crème de la crème of shows, the Valentino Prêt-à-Porter collection viewing. What’s a girl to do other than pack her bags? (A Louis Vuitton gifted by Craig on our last trip up the Champs Élysées.) Business called him further westward though, so Chanelle filled his shoes in Cinderella flair!
A little rewind on the day’s events, takes us back to visiting of the Eiffel Tower’s summit, before returning to Hotel du Louvre (another spoil arranged by Craig. P.S. note to self: he needs far more thanking) to change into our well rehearsed outfits (don’t ask, I’ll just admit to it right away, by telling you that we got our dates mixed up in our eager naivety, and arrived at the show a day early!) At least we then knew where in The Tuileries Garden it was and how long it would take to get there. We had blisters to prove it).
Our chosen show outfits, carefully deliberated in provisos such as temperature, colour, brand, print, texture, and only a smattering of consideration for comfort, specially the footwear, were what we believed perfectly fitting for the occasion. Until, that is, we learnt through on-site, front row observation of some highly useful guidelines (which I’ll share in a later post) on what to wear to Paris Fashion Week, and perhaps more specifically, to Valentino’s showing.
Continued in Part 2