This is the first in, ahem, a few blogs this week about my beloved Paris. I can't quite remember the number of times I've found myself in the city, I just love it so. It's one of the few places in Europe that I'll quite happily returned to over and over again. Paris isn't perfect. It's noisy, sometimes smelly, and the ultimate Parisian cliche - the rudeness - is sometimes very apparent and very in your face. But there's just something about the place that sings out to me and makes me spend hours trawling Air BnB for that apartment you just can't say no to.
I'm the sort of woman who puts a lot of thought into a holiday wardrobe. I dress for the occasion, and there's just something about Paris that makes me want to go all out and really dress up, and tease my hair in a different way. The odd thing is, my Paris style is the complete antithesis of 'Parisian' style. Think clean lines, subtle cuts, and a sort of laid-back sophistication. Think Carine Roitfeld. Basically everything I am not.
So here it is, my holiday capsule wardrobe.
Travelling a la Mode
I'm pretty darn obsessed with these Asos dungarees right now. The fit is amazing, except for the fact the dungarees appear to be designed for a giant. But hey, there's no shame in rocking a turn-up. Comfortable, lightweight, and just the right side of 'land-girl' stylish, these dungarees were great for travelling.
I'm also having a bit of a 'headscarf' moment right now, due in part to the raging sun and my white-as-snow skin. It's an easy way to accessorize and 'vintage' up an outfit.
The Birthday Dress
Look upon this gown and weep with envy, vintage lovers. Here's a fact, fact fans - I have great friends. This jealousy-inducing dress was a birthday present from one of said great friends. It's beautiful, a perfect example of a late 50's/early 60's party dress. Heck, maybe someone even got married in it. Either way, I can just imagine someone 40/50 years ago admiring themselves in the mirror, feeling excited just to be wearing this. I know I certainly did.
We ventured to the soon-to-be achingly hip southern Pigalle for tapas at Les 36 Corneil. I teamed the dress with my 1960's welsh-wool cape as the evening drew cooler, and my ever reliable Topshop Mary-Janes.
My partner found this dress ages ago. The fabric is wonderful, and it's one of those dresses that feels like it was meant to be, for it fits like a glove. Which is why I haven't worn it in almost two years. Pregnancy, post-pregnancy, and a very unforgiving cut, do not mix.
For an evening out at one of my new favourite places in Paris - La Bellevilleois in Menilmontant I paired this antique blouse with a contemporary striped skirt. I found the blouse stuffed into a box full of very old baby clothes (hey, many of them are available to buy in my shop). I'm not sure how old it is - Edwardian, maybe? If anyone has any idea from the shape and style, please do let me know.
The skirt is from Asos absolutely ages ago, from a time when I had to don 'office wear' but couldn't stand 'office wear', so would try and find creative ways around it.
I whipped out this old-faithful for our final blisteringly hot day in Paris. Something about this dress just screams 'vintage resort wear'. I felt like I should be seeing the sights in Cannes, rather than scrabbling for shade in Rodin's garden. It's light and comfortable enough that I didn't need to change for the Eurostar. And what-do-you-know - it was still hot when we climbed out of the tunnel in London. A win all round.
An outfit is nothing without its accessories ... or something. To be perfectly honest, I'm not much of an accessory fan. If I want to, I wear them and if I don't, well i don't walk around all day feeling like my life isn't complete because my ears are unadorned. Thus, these accessories are practical. I found my 1940's vintage sunglasses at a local market, and the scarf I bought for a whopping 2 euros at a French antique fair.
The Topshop shoes (not pictured), which got a heck of a lot of attention, were an ebay find, and whoever owned them before me takes much better care of their shoes than I do because they looked brand new.
So there you have it. Paris - I came, I saw, I wore. I hope what you get from this is not that I'm a raging narcissist who like to plaster pictures of herself all over the internet (hello world!), but that thinking about, and being creative with, a holiday wardrobe can actually be a lot of fun. Hell, it might even add to the experience.