My First Week

After feeling slightly overhwelmed I’ve somehow survived my first week in Paris.

After getting settled into my apartment I started at my school IFA Paris – International Fashion Academy.

As I entered the building I had absolutely no idea where I was meant to go or what I was meant to expect but when I eventually entered the correct room I was welcome but a whole group of friendly faces. Once the whole class had arrived we went round and each introduced ourselves. It’s was absolutely amazing, every single person was from a different country wth a completely different story and reason how they had eventually landed in this class to start a masters in Fashion and Business.

From what I can remember there was a girl from: France, Italy, Germany, Costa Rica, Thailand, Belgium, California, Argentina, India, South Africa, Brazil and Russia….

After all the introductions we got given our timetable wich look so interesting. With half our lecture in Fashion and the other half in Business there is a real mixture of what we will be learning. the Fashion of course sounds the most exciting to me with each lecture actually doing what they are teaching as their profession, for example – my lecture in Buying is given by a lady who is a buyer for Gallery Lafayette, the Selfridges of Paris!!

Although classes aren’t always all day they still are everyday some being in the morning some being in the afternoon, so far the classes are great fun and so much more relaxed than university although I feel that soon it will change and the real work will begin.

So at the end of my first week I am very happy, completely exhausted from making friends, exploring and constantly getting lost in Paris, not to mention attempting to speak French at any given moment.

I’m very happy, I think it’s going to be a great year!

For my first day at IFA I wore my new black patent loafers from John Lewis and got lots of compliments. Click below to shop more loafers that I would just absolutely love to have:

 

 

 


Spring/Summer 2015 Miu Miu

 UPON entering through the hallowed arches of Miu Miu’s show venue this afternoon, one couldn’t help but draw parallels to religion and the church. The church of Miu Miu? These were the sort of arches that felt makeshift, cut from wood and erected up with limited resource. It was the sort of church a cult might build. The cult of Miu Miu? Why not. This brand, perhaps more than any other, has legions of fans that worship at the altar.

This season felt like a greatest hits of Prada. It looked like a stroppy younger sister had spent an afternoon raiding her big sister’s bedroom, rummaging in her Prada wardrobe and pulling out all her favourites and remixing them with her own bits and pieces. The shiny satin pencil skirts, the glossy red leather, the silky bed coats that looked like they were made from an eiderdown (a beautiful one nonetheless), raw-edged plaid bra tops – in the heat of her fury, this younger sister probably took a pair of scissors to those pieces and started hacking away with glee.

The Baltimore-born director, John Waters was referenced. He began making films in the Sixties and he screened them in church halls (another reason for those sacred arches perhaps) to audiences who had heard about them word of mouth.

There will be nothing word of mouth about this collection. It was a scream it from the rooftops kind of a hit.

To shop more Miu Miu visit: www.miumiu.com or click below to shop the latest Autumn/Winter collection:

 

 

 


Moving to Paris

Moving to Paris was easy enough. With a short flight into Charles de Gaulle airport (that we very narrowly missed) me and my six suitcases bundled into a car (which took a lot of arguments with the driver as we didn’t previously tell him quite how much luggage I actually had) and finally arriving at my apartment (stranded outside with no key and no number waiting for someone that we didn’t know the name of or what they looked like) – so yes, easy enough!

Since visiting in July I had slight forgotten what my 32m2 apartment looked like but it was perfect, exactly like it should be. Very typically French, small yes, but with three beautifully big windows that overlook my road and the opposite apartments that look equally as French as mine, the cutest bits of Parisian furniture scattered here and there and most importantly – hundreds of coat hangers so hang my bags full of clothes.

With a lot of help from mother it quickly turned into my apartment with homely touches to make it just right. After a well deserved cup of tea we soon set off to explore the surroundings and of course most importantly find the way the the Marais.

My favourite part of Paris.

On returning to the apartment we did a big grocery shop full of everything that we could think of and food that would be desperately needed over the next few days. For dinner we had to try L’industrie the famous little local restaurant that is always full of people no matter what time of the day it is. After a mammoth portion of lasagne we returned to my little homely corner of Paris to completely collapse exhausted from such a busy and exciting day.