On this particularly early morning in Paris, I felt like I was a part of a different world. Wearing a vintage tweed jacket and shooting in magically empty surrounds of Pont Alexandre III on the last day of Paris Fashion Week is definitely something to remember. Speaking of which, this tweed jacket has been a well kept treasure of mine for months.
Hello pretty birds – how have you been? It’s been a while, I know and I’m sorry. You most probably have already seen on my Instagram that last week has been pretty intense with trips to Switzerland and Italy, but more on that later. So, Paris again. I am telling you, I’m gradually turning into a Parisian.
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If I will have to say it my way it will be: “Give the woman a right suit and she will conquer the world”. I have been long known for my love for menswear but I tell you, there is nothing compared to the feeling you get when rocking a Drykorn power suit. I couldn’t think of a better excuse than Paris Fashion Week to escape my usually more simplified outfit choices and get all suited up.
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The third day of Paris Fashion Week was all about turning into a real Parisian. A beret, the right attitude and the Eiffel Tower in the background – I seriously couldn’t ask for more.