Fashion: Breaking up is never easy to do…


It’s funny what happens to your soul and wardrobe upon returning from Paris. We liken it to a traumatic break-up… you know the earth changing, earth shattering one…the one that got away.

#WeWillAlwaysHaveParis

We like to call stage one denial…

We loved Paris, but it’s nice to be home after all…

Stage two sets in about 3 days after the jetlag wear’s off…

What do you mean you want to have dinner before 10pm? Why is my croissant chewy? Why am I being forced to smoke on the streets? What do you mean we don’t have a Givenchy store? Why are you staring at my bangs like I’m a child? What do you mean you don’t know who Caroline is? Paris has the Eiffel Tower we have a big F@#ing pineapple! Le Sigh… #cantdeal

Stage three is a clinger…

We refuse to let go.

It’s not you; it’s me … I’ll change.

Sunday’s spent watching Dior and I while pretending to read How to be Parisian, burning our favourite diptyque scents, showering ourselves in our favourite Francis Kurkdjian perfume, flicking through the Colette catalogue while drinking endless wine and pretending to look cool while smoking… red lipstick, non-negotiable.

Feels...
... versus reality...

Stage four we call “I will survive”…

“At first I was afraid I was petrified, kept thinking I could never live without Paris by my side… but then I spent o so many nights thinking how you did me wrong and I grew strong, I learnt how to carry on”…

Then we remember all those splurges we made in Paris because… well Paris made us do it. Paris did our credit cards wrong… very wrong.

Stage five is acceptance…

It never gets easier but you learn to live with it. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe it will happen down the track… maybe Paris will come knocking on our door one day, but in the meantime we will always have a little bit of Paris hanging in our wardrobes.

Looks complete with our very own NATALIJA silk camisoles.