Bearded Dragon / Laxative

Paris Fashion Week - The Real Deal

And here I am writing from Paris (though I have not kept up to date, we dress about 3 weeks).
I would say that Paris lives at the rhythm of the fashion week, that there is euphoria in the streets of a city in celebration, that wherever you go there are models that run frantic and asked by a fashion show to another ...
But the reality is this.

1. A little 'anyone
In light of recent events such as drunkenness and harassment of neo-Nazi John Galliano (that night I was having dinner with the boyfriend in the restaurant next door, accidents) (between others find it extremely funny that we have launched anti-Semitic comments in the Marais!) (and extremely stupid that the tizie actually cause it. Especially the one that did nothing but say ommioddioh ), and hospitalization Christophe Decarnin , the shows we enter a little 'anyone. Seriously. Even me.

2.
a denial of the Paris fashion week does not affect a worthy cabbage. They are people who has seen / will see / I see too many to be impressed by the performances of homegrown outfits and ADR and Clare Ferragni. Let's face it, have already seen everything. And then the city is full of hipsters any day of the year ...

3. The models and personalities
No, you do not peoplewatching in Paris. Unless you have nothing else to do, and I personally work.

4. Giules the fashion week
Well, yes. Today, the diabolical plan failed to enter the parade of Kenzo with my stage manager, I was walking near Hotel de la Monnaie, when I remembered by chance (I can assure the veracity of my statements) of the fashion show Steffi Christiaens (the famous). Well, in democraticissime Converse, skinny cabbage, my beloved camel coat of Pull & Bear (haut de gamme, eh?) And oversize sweater, the arm of a Quentin Fleece hooded coat and sailor, I admired the creations from a place not so bad. Creations that I really insosservate you pass, but probably that's why I am in theory I should not be.
I'm developing a theory to explain our input, we would probably have traded for two activists antifashion, and our outfits (no, let's talk) as an act of demonstration against the current fashion system (even if against the fluorescent colors and the return of shoes Bell-bottom pants and pointed a sit in the 60's I would gladly).

From Paris, for the moment, is all. Now I go to Le Petit Grec in the area to eat a Mouffettard Savoyarde Galette, zha.