So with Paris Fashion Week being over, it’s time to touch those carbs again. Because even if you don’t actually model during that week (and haven’t been posting hungry Instagram pictures… yes, referring to you, Hanne Gaby and your Croque Bolognaise, Hye Park and everyone else who was being fully honest about the stress of fashion month), it gets to you.
Here is what happened to me during PFW food-wise:
1) Plan to get up super early the night before. Planning next day’s outfit in my head. Waking up the next day, tossing out all previous plans and being late for the shows anyways. No healthy breakfast smoothie here… oh, well, nicotine for breakfast then. (Missed meal #1)
2) Get to the show. Eyegoogling through the camera. Forgetting that such things apart from fashionable, beautiful people actually exist. Show starts with at least half an hour delay, the stomach begins to grumble the second all beautiful fashionable people are out of sight. Didn’t want to miss any (more) street style shots, decide to have nicotine snack instead of actual snack. (Missed meal #2)
3) Show ends. Forget the thirty additional minutes in between that were planned for food (farewell, Nutella crêpe!), follow the herd, snap away… (Missed meal #3)
4) This repeats itself three times in the next 6 hours. I give up and retreat to a Kinder Bueno from the subway vending machine. Time to go out and wear that cropped top. With all those models running wild and free, NO ONE HAS THE NERVE FOR A FOODBABY.
Just imagine my delight when you could actually stroll the streets again, not needing to keep your eyes peeled for the next street style sensation but actually, you know, widen the tunnel stare just enough to discover: Pierre Hermé.
I know, I know, the hardcore Parisians will all be like, pfff, so 2011 (or even more passé?) but I just discovered the sinfully good macaroon (and cake and everything delicious and beautifully packaged there is to be dreamt of) maker and I thought I’d need to share this (common) knowledge anyways. Better than Ladurée, just saying. xEve
I am officially excluding PFW Sunday from this list because that was the night of the Chloé afterparty. God bless Hôtel Particulier’s exquisite catering!