Paris truly is the crossroads of fashion. Fashion is still the national sport of France. In New York, when the shows are going on, you're never going to hear a cab driver say, "Oh, Michael Kors' show just let out. They're all going to Proenza." In Paris, everyone knows everything. You can get into a dissertation with a waiter, who will say, "The Rykiel anniversary was fabulous." It's just part of life here. - Michael Kors WWD March 9, 2010
I couldn't have said it better myself. There is something so refreshing about a city where people authentically love fashion so very much. Fashion and style are ingrained in Paris' heritage, culture and her people. There is no escaping it. In Paris, everyone has a nuanced view on the collections, regardless of their occupation. There's an energy and excitement in the air. While sitting outside a cafe, you are likely to hear all of the pros and cons on who should helm Dior or how much the Spring collections were so clearly influenced by the Yves Saint Laurent exhibit at the Petit Palais. Where else can you have a spirited discussion on the state of couture? Above all else, there's an understanding of craftsmanship and luxury. It never ceases to amaze me.
Admittedly, the culture in New York is quite different. Although I do find myself pleasantly surprised more and more. On my way to Lincoln Center, I did in fact have a lovely conversation with my cab driver about the implications of moving fashion week to one of the world's leading performing arts centers. I almost wanted to give him a hug. That being said, times are changing. Although, it's still not Paris.
In honor of Paris being the crossroads of Fashion and it officially SPRING-
|Shaka Maidoh and Sam Lambert in Bespoke|
|I never get tired of entrance ways or rooftops|
|Or fresh flowers|
Image 1- Courtesy of John-Paul Pietrus for Arise (I LOVE this magazine in the same way that I love The Gentlewoman)
Image 2- Courtesy of STREETFSN
Image 7- Courtesy of Liz Ruzby
All other images are my personal photos