Hey, gidday mates! This morning, playing directly into Murphy’s hand, I spent a good 90 seconds telling Jenny how great it is that we haven’t experienced a shred of Parisian ‘tude this whole trip. Big mistake. 30 minutes later we were at Telescope; the hipster, minimalist, hand-poured, pretentious yet beautifully designed coffee shop near our apartment. Jenny bumped into something while holding her cup, dropped it, and watched in dismay as €4,50 went down the drain. We apologized profusely and went running for the nearest napkins, while the two guys working the counter said nothing and stared, speech bubbles practically appearing above their heads reading, “Stupid clumsy Americans.”
I’ve had a quiet couple of days on the Paris Fashion Week front (my shows begin tomorrow), so Jenny and I took the opportunity to do a bit of exploring. And by exploring, I mean drinking coffee, walking to a spot for lunch, walking to another place for more coffee, snapping some Instagram photos, grabbing another coffee, looking in some shops, one more coffee, dinner, then home and bed.
Two things I mentioned yesterday: Paris doesn’t receive internet-dwellers like myself as warmly as Milan, and such things can have an impact on one’s self-esteem, so I had a semi meltdown upon arriving and realizing that I hadn’t been invited to three of my usual shows. Cue a few strongly worded emails that I’m proud to say I didn’t send, a 30 minute-long sulk, followed by my computer battery dying as I was about to post my blog, then the internet disconnecting in our apartment before I could post, then my phone battery dying, and I was about ready to combust.
Jenny’s wearing: Muji beanie, The Kooples jacket and turtleneck, Veda leather vest, Kate Sylvester pants, Common Projects, and Saben purse.
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