I recently ended up on the other side of the lens and got to pretend to be a real life princess for a day (I mean, who could ever say no to that?!) when being photographed for Roger Vivier. It’s not that often that I find myself in a red ballgown among the rooftops of Paris but if I could choose a dream backdrop for my fiction Disney princess, this would probably be it.
And just like that autumn is in full bloom once again, even though it seems like last year’s fall just happened (I don’t know if you can tell since you can’t hear my tone of voice but this is not something that I’m exited about…). The time has passed so quickly and somehow I’m still mentally stuck in the month of April or something. I’ve had the loveliest year so far but the winter is never something I look forward to. Why? It’s cold, dark and cold and dark. I think that pretty much sums it up for you.
Autumn is beautiful though, don’t get me wrong. A good autumn can be absolutely brilliant. If I didn’t know that winter was coming up next that is… Yuck. Strange hearing that from someone coming from Sweden? As I’ve told many of my friends who’ve argued with these exact words: I feel as though I’ve endured enough winters in my life and therefore I should be rewarded with winterless years for the rest of my life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I can move away to warmer countries but I just had to fall in love with Paris for some reason.
After the Louis Vuitton show was over we got the chance to experience the Fondation Louis Vuitton, which I’ve been meaning to properly visit for quite some time now… The building, designed by Frank Gehry, is magnificent by itself but if you have the time to actually go inside I would absolutely recommend doing so. Incredible (and sometimes a bit bizarre) artwork as well as a stunning view from the top can be discovered if you venture inside. Find more information about tickets here.
In the midst of not having time to eat, running between meetings and photo shoots, making sure you’re meeting everyone who’s in town and still breathing you get moments like these and for a minute you forget about your throbbing head and sore body. Phew… It’s been an intense past two weeks but on Monday I left for Sweden to spend some time with my family and friends. Paris, I’ll be back soon.
As usual the Louis Vuitton show marks the end of Paris fashion week and is one that I always look forward to. Seeing what Nicolas’ crazy creative mind has in store each season is always a treat. After getting up close and personal with the garments at the ree-see the day after gives you a whole other understanding of what really goes into a collection like this – so many hours, so many hands and so many ideas. Even though I’ll never be a girl who wears punk-rock-cool-creepers (but never say never, right?) so many other interesting and intricate details caught my eye. We were also lucky enough to get a private tour of the Louis Vuitton Fondation (can you believe I’ve never actually been inside the exhibition space before? Shame on me, I know…) after the show, which I’ll be happy to share a few photos from in the next couple of days.
Paris fashion week edition (because I’ve been nothing else for the past two weeks). Shooting at the Plaza for my favourite Dior, Pont Alexandre III served as the backdrop for my shoot with the loveliest Wendy, I found the cutest bags at the Christian Louboutin cocktail party and fell in love with the Roger Vivier presentation venue (as well as with the shoes). Looking out on a beautiful little garden, walking up the stairs to the Guy Laroche show at Grand Palais, wearing my new Carolina Herrera rain coat but managed to soak my flats and watching my idol Patrick Demarchelier photograph supermodel Lily Donaldson. The cutest invitation to the LV show along with my new pink love, the gorgeous colour palette at Ryan Roche, the best view from Boucheron and my little Dior baby dangling from the balcony. It’s a wrap people! Well, not really. I work all day today as well…
Welcome to fantasy land – the best place on earth for anyone with a weakness for ethereal and impeccably made garments as well as a sea of blue and purple coloured flowers, also known as the world of Dior. For a couple of seasons now I’ve had to pinch myself to actually understand that I am photographing the show for the brand itself while not trying to grasp it completely since that would freak me out just a bit too much (especially after watching Dior and I, which I recommend for anyone who hasn’t seen it). Yet again Dior managed to create the most spectacular backdrop for Raf Simons’ brilliant designs without turning it in to a circus. My jaw drops every time I enter this fantasy world and I only hope I’ll be lucky enough to continue doing so in the future. Days like these are the best (and the most stressful, times a million and then times another 115) ever.
Last summer, after spending a rainy and grey month of August in Paris for the first time, I told myself: never again. In August many places tend to close up and almost all locals flee the city, so if the weather is sh*t, there’s simply not that much to occupy yourself with… Therefore I planned a vacation to Italy during this summer. My plans? To do nothing but enjoying the beach and swimming around in the Mediterranean sea but due do dental surgery I had to cancel it all and my fear of having to face another rainy, boring month of August in Paris became reality. Luckily, Mother Nature was kinder this year and gave us the sunniest summer I’ve ever experienced in this city. August, that I last year hated more than dry macarons ended up being one of the loveliest times I’ve ever had in Paris. Empty, calm and always warm weather allowing for summery dresses and bare legs.
We spent the days having picnics, strolling through the city, sipping on iced lattes and enjoying the gardens in the city. After this time I’ve learnt to not fear August as much as I used to – that is if the weather is on your side of course.
Pretty Parisian buildings, favourite shoes at the moment (Flattered ballet flats, Carolina Herrera nude heels and Carolina Herrera lace up flats), taking shelter from the rain at Hermès and what you can see at my wrist (Monica Vinader bracelets and Marte Frisbees feather bracelet). Sipping cocktails at Le Meurice a couple of weeks ago to celebrate their 180th anniversary, discovering new-to-me parts of Paris, the adorable little Fiat at Merci and a classic Parisian scene while crossing bridges. An exciting photo shoot for Goop at Cartier, picking up flowers at the market, a pretty fantastic view and a memory of warm summer days in Montmartre.