city of light

It has hit me whilst watching The Devil Wears Prada how much I miss Paris. I haven't been in so long. Just that scene in the car where she's just staring out of the window, and the lights and the buildings...it's just stunning. I should take my job more seriously I think and probably go to fashion week for at least the Autum/Winter. Being lucky enough to see Chanel, Dior, Yves St Laurent and all those greats...I don't know, my love of fashion wanes sometimes and I know I'd never make it as any sort of designer. I simply have realised I can't breathe, eat and sleep it like that. But the appreciation is still their, the cuts, the colour, the imagination, the muses, the vision and the climax of the product from that vision. I am very much in love with it all still.