Travel & Hotspots


Imagine the luxury of being able to call Paris home. Luckily, I have the luxury of calling it my home of the past. Seven years total to be exact, and although I may no longer reside in the city, coming back always feels like a homecoming.

And while you’re reading it, this lucky gal will be strolling along the streets of her favorite city again. Preferable with one (or two) eclairs in hand. In the midst of fashion week. What is this life? Someone pinch me please.

I’ll be spending four days in the city of men I hope to marry some day (weak spot for the French, sorry) together with Keune, who have invited me to tag along to a few shows to see their hair mavens working their magic on models. Yes please. Hopefully they can teach me a thing or two along the way about how I can tame the immense load a hair I’ve got on my own head.

So stay tuned. I promise it’ll be worth your while. With special appearances from our girl Kiki. Ha, see now I got your attention. À bientôt!