I never really got the Paris hype. La vie en rose & moulin rouge & instaworthy Eiffel tower sunsets… nothing for me. Needless to say, I was pretty disappointed when I visited the city for the first time. I was 16 back then, had a really bad cold and was way too sarcastic to appreciate the Parisian vibes.
Last weekend (aka 3 years later), I gave Paris another shot. It was a very anti-Berlin, short weekend getaway/art marathon/ croissant feast that inspired me on several different levels. Here are some brief, honest impressions!
The Mythos of Parisian Chic is oh so true. Quite opposite to the “perfect red lipstick” and LV logos, Parisian street style seems to be rather laid back, confident and candid. Think messy updos, bare eye make-up, boyfriend jeans + perfectly cut parkas, very little jewellery. Pure love.
Effortlessly smart – this is how I would describe Paris in two words. Not only is it a mecca of art; you see people reading smart-looking books in the subway, students discussing the paintings in galleries, backpackers writing in their black moleskines in the park… and you feel a sudden urge to read, learn, create more.
Creative: now, if I have learned anything from all those unbelievable exhibitions I visited over the weekend, it would be this – CREATE. anything. make shitty drafts and lot of fuss about what you do and have emotional breakdowns and ecstasies when creating and first and foremost, enjoy it.
Minimalist, but in a very non-Berlin sense of way. Taking a break from all those hollow Scandinavian interiors and bleached bowl-haircuts was frankly a relief. Paris obviously has its trends as well, and adheres to minimalism on a completely different level than Berlin, which I find very inspiring. Quality over quantity, read over talk, black and white over neons. Simplicity in life is something I’ve been thinking about quite a lot recently and something in Paris just clicked with that very well.
Croissants reminded me I need more butter in my life.