On our last night in London, it’s all starting to blur to be honest, Stephanie asked me what was so great about Paris. Everyone that has been says it’s one of the greatest places ever, and I just can’t fathom how that could be, she said sounding like an absolute New Yorker.
I told her that in Paris, I felt like my most cultured, educated, well-read, effortlessly stylish self, who happened to have bounds and bounds of fashion history stored in my brain. I felt like a better writer, I felt more inspired, I felt like I had a deeper appreciation for fashion.
Truly, Paris helps you find the words. I mean, how could it not when the city of lights is filled with sights like these?
See what I mean?