Sometimes I never get around to posting certain things here — even though I really want to, but I guess the saying goes “better late than never”, no? So, before the summer began last year, I joined one of my friends for a tour of the flea markets by the Porte de Clignancourt here in Paris. On one of the hottest days in all of June we wandered around the absolutely enormous vintage markets together with our lovely guide Charlotte in the search of little gems and vintage finds. I’ve always been a bit sceptical towards the whole flea market idea (most of the time I think it can look like a lot of junk) but after that day I can kind safely say that I see why some people love it so much. There was so much to look at and so many untold stories behind every item we passed by and after three hours of walking we still hadn’t covered more than half of the flea markets. Yes, I would have gotten completely lost in between the vintage Louis Vuitton trunks and the pretty china with flower patterns without my friends there to guide me around. By the end of the day (we even stayed behind when our tour was over and continued on by ourselves) we we’re absolutely exhausted but had become one Babar poster, and a lot of experiences, richer. Now I just can’t wait to find a more permanent home here in Paris so that I actually can buy all the things I want next time I go.
Nothing makes me happier than seeing little signs of the fact that spring has found its way to Paris. During the last couple of days (well, before this week anyway) we’ve gotten to enjoy the most beautiful weather here in the city and nothing beats all the beautiful trees blooming during this time of the year. I’m suddenly transformed into a little 12-year-old girl all over again when I see these pretty pink flowers and can’t seem to put my camera down for even a second when I find myself under a tree like this, which just happens to be next to the Eiffel Tower. I think my mood during the last couple of weeks is easy to to describe as “ridiculously happy” and for some reason I can’t seem to wipe that smile off my face. Spring, my favourite season during the year, might have something to do with it… Along with a few other things.
What have I been up to lately here in Paris? Well, according to my Instagram account I’ve been stumbling upon beautiful courtyards and Parisian staircases, had breakfast at Ladurée together with the sweet Shini and walked over bridges at dusk. My favourite time piece comes from Corniche and one of my favourite shows this season during PFW was by Viktor & Rolf. I seen the city in full bloom, in the rain and in beautiful sunshine while having a picnic in Parc des Buttes-Chaumont with my favourite girls. Flower shops in Paris always manage to take my breath away, “Le Mur des Je T’aime”, afternoon tea with the lovely Alix and Nicole and this amazing view over Rue Saint-Honoré while shooting the gorgeous Mandy.
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In the taxi on our way home after shooting under the Eiffel Tower an afternoon this weekend I turned to Nicole and said “Do you ever have those moments when you almost have a hard time breathing just because you’re so overwhelmed with happiness?“. That’s how I feel when I walk home during the evenings in Paris. It sounds both cheese and kind of silly – and I’m fully aware of this, but it’s also exactly how I feel. When I walk home over the bridges that crosses the Seine, when I have to pass the beautiful Notre Dame or when I see the light show put on the by the Eiffel Tower reflected in the water, the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I become so overfilled with happiness that I’ve actually started to smile (and yes, even giggle) all in my lonesome. I certainly don’t blame Paris for all of it – amazing friends, my dream job and many other things are of course all reasons to why this bubble of happiness exists but the fact that I get to spend my days in Paris certainly help. Sometimes I just feel so ridiculously happy to be where I am right now. And that’s a pretty amazing feeling to have.
Paris Fashion Week is once again going on in full force as we speak. This means an extra packed work week for me with a ton of shoots and lots of running around but I also get to see so many new and old friends who have all flown into Paris from all over the world. To see what I’m up to during this time I suggest following along through Instagram since you never know when I’ll be able to sit down and give you guys a full recap.
On a particularly sunny day earlier this weekend, I got the best welcome back to Paris ever in the form of a lovely stroll around Montmartre together with my favourite Lauren, Katie (who’s also an amazing photographer here in Paris) and Lauren’s adorable little dog Daisy. Montmartre is a neighbourhood which I’m not too familiar with just yet so thankfully Lauren was there to show us around. Our goal for the day? To eat several Nutella crêpes, make it up the many hills and for Lauren to have a little photo session together with Katie. I tagged along to snap a few shots of these lovely ones (and yes, for the crêpes and the great company as well of course) in action.
I could do exactly this all day long, every day. Stroll, eat, stroll some more, laugh, talk, stop for coffee, take some photos, laugh even more. I always have such a great time with these girls that it’s hard to notice that a whole day goes by in like a minute or so.
When traveling I tend to notice and miss certain things about Paris that just reminds me of home and how much I enjoy living in that beautiful city. I absolutely adore being in New York at the moment, the city is so exciting and energetic – and I love exploring it together with my wonderful friends (who I get to see way too rarely by the way) but a small part of me actually long for Paris a little bit already. Is that weird? It’s a first for me since I never really missed home while being away when I lived in Stockholm before. One thing I really miss about Paris is the “prettiness” of the city. Yes, it might sound a bit silly but when leaving for a while you realise how incredibly beautiful the city really is. All the small streets, the history behind every building, cute flower shops on every corner (which I’ll never get tired of photographing) and the beautiful architecture are things I miss while being away. But hey, I’m not complaining over here since New York is one of the best places on this earth and I’m so excited about being here right now. It just makes me happy to think that I actually, for the first time ever, kind of miss my “home” a little bit.
Before leaving for New York today I had to pack up yet another apartment and move out all of my belongings until I’ll return to Paris again after my New York adventures and can move into my old place. Yes it’s a little bit of a mess and no, I haven’t had the most effortless experience when it comes to Parisian apartments so far. But at least I got to spend the month of January in a super cute little flat right in the middle of Saint-Germain – one of my favourite neighbourhoods in Paris. During my time in this area I’ve probably gained about 10kg, if not more so. The 6th arrondissement has to be one of the best places (or worst. I guess it depends on how you see it) for someone with a sweet tooth like myself. Here you’ll find some of the best pastry shops in Paris and it seems like new boutiques selling sweet little treats are all joining in on the fun lately.
The most recent additions to Saint-Germain‘s pastry scene? Angelina and Des Gâteaux et Du Pain on Rue du Bac. Even though the former might not be a favourite of mine it’s always fun to see new (and less crowded) locations. And since the store front is too cute to pass without snapping a photo of, you’re probably going to see more of this facade in the future.
Des Gâteaux et Du Pain on the other hand must be one of my favourite shops in this area. Thanks to accidentally walking pass it earlier this December and seeing a caramel cake in the window (I mean, how can you resist going in after that?) I discovered this little pastry gem. During the month of January I’ve probably visited more times than I’d like to admit and the only thing keeping me from going there on a daily basis is that I’m afraid they’ll start greeting me by my name and asking if I’m there to pick up “the usual” again (which by the way, would be the le chou caramel and cake caramel flour de sel).
Autumn colours along Canal St Martin, staying in bed all day in my pyjamas, a gorgeous event at Le Meurice, strolling through empty Parisian streets and catching a beautiful sunset on my way home one evening. A gorgeous Parisian view and a very pretty Kerrie Hess during our photo shoot last weekend, newly opened Angelina on Rue du Bac and a cup of coffee with a lovely group of girls. Follow me on Instagram for more photos and regular updates!
“… So how long are you staying in Paris for now?” is a question that pops up everywhere at the moment and whether it’s here, on Instagram or if I’m asked by a friend I always go into autopilot-mode and repeat the same answer I’ve heard myself say so many times without really thinking about it too much. Perhaps it’s so hard to answer this question properly because I don’t have the answer myself yet or maybe it’s because I haven’t come up with a reply that’s shorter than a small novel… Whatever it is, this question has gotten to me lately and I’m now trying to figure out what I really want myself before opening my mouth again. To be perfectly honest with you (and myself) it actually scares me to make a commitment to the city I currently live in for longer than a couple of months (which might be the reason to why I’m currently on my eight move within less than a year?) but it kind of scares the bejesus out of me to think about finding a permanent home, even though I know I’d like to stay. Right now Paris feels like home – yet, I don’t really have a home here. Yes, I’m realising that it’s even more confusing as I’m typing this.
So to sum things up, I don’t have the perfect answer for you (or me). But this is what I know: I love being here, I want to stay longer, I want to find a place that I can call my own and I want to stay until I want to go somewhere else. Or until I don’t like it anymore. I know, know, if you think this sounds like a mess you certainly don’t want to be inside my head at the moment. So I guess we’re back to where I started? Perfect. Let’s just decide to stick to the simple answer “I don’t know, we’ll see” until I’ve come up with a better one.
I know that I most of the time I share photographs, fashion, travels – and of course Paris – with you all here but sometimes this place can multitask and work as a little therapy couch for myself as well. Should we say same time next week?