Hey, bonjour mes amis! Je suis arrivé à Paris! I know I say this every season, but I’m always hit with a jolt of inexplicable joy the moment I touch down at Charles de Gaulle. It’s like the clouds open, the sun shines down, and a chorus of tiny angels sings, “Haaaaaalelujah!”
I packed way too much for a trip with this many stops (meaning my travel companions are forced to assist me with heavy lifting and squishing bags of my just-washed clothes into their luggage so I won’t be charged for excess weight), but I justified it to myself because of the necessity for outfit posts and warmth, and of course now that I’m here in Paris, I’ve worn and photographed every single thing I brought. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Quite coincidentally, the AirBnB apartment I rented is directly opposite one of my best friend’s apartments, and he has an insane wardrobe, so I cajoled him into letting me steal his clothes for the week. And here we are today.
I’m wearing: Balenciaga leather jacket; Raf Simons sweater; APC jeans; J.Crew socks; and Burberry Prorsum shoes, and I’m about to run out to my first show of the week — Damir Doma. Let the games begin!
Special thanks to Michael Dumler of On Abbot Kinney fame for taking these photos of me — turns out his apartment is just a 20 second walk away, too.
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