Here are some pictures and videos from last year’s Vogue Paris Foundation Gala.
In my first post I told you about the fashion week in Milan. Now it’s time to tell you something about my first Haute Couture fashion week in Paris. Unless you are someone famous, rich or work for a magazine it’s practically impossible to get to a regular ready-to-wear fashion show let alone to an haute couture show (haute couture = high fashion, basically the most expensive and exclusive clothes out there). But me and my poseformee team managed to receive some invites and get to some of the shows. This time I was in Paris only with Roxane, it was her last week in France before her return back to China.
I was in Morocco just for two days so I decided to stay one day in Marrakesh and take a trip to some other place the following day. Moroccan travel agencies offer a great variety of one day trips from Marrakesh. I chose a trip to Essaouira. Essaouira, formerly known as Mogador, is an old town on the Atlantic coast. Atlantic ocean was the main reason why I had chosen to go there. Oceans/seas are a majestic force of nature and yet they are still capable to calm me down. I could spend hours watching them.
The journey to Essaouira took roughly three hours. I was enjoying the views from the bus, especially over the Atlas mountains, so it didn’t seem to be a long journey at all. I was secretly hoping to see the famous tree goats of Morocco. And I indeed saw them! Another dream crossed off my list. If anyone is wondering what the goats are doing on those trees, they are eating the fruits of agran trees 🙂
The unthinkable became reality and I got lost probably for the first time in my life. I mean really lost. That kind of lost where not even a map could help me. I had read about people getting lost in the streets of Marrakesh medina a lot before I went there. It’s practically impossible to find your way out from the labyrinth if you don’t know it there really well. Fortunately there is always someone to help you out but it won’t be for free.
Well, anyone except my four friends. But, please, do not take an example from me, always tell at least your parents. I was afraid they wouldn’t let me go so I told them afterwards 😀
I had two extra days in Milan so I decided to find cheap flight tickets and visit some new place. Luckily for me I found rather cheap tickets to Marrakesh. Morocco and especially Marrakesh had always been on my to visit list. I went there only for two days but it was worth it and I know I would like to return there one day and explore more of that beautiful country.
In my previous post I was talking about my fashion week trip to Milan. I had arrived to Milan two days before the fashion week started in order to visit the area. I had a whole day just for travelling so I decided to go to Switzerland. Mostly because it’s always been on my “to visit list”, bus tickets were just 8€ one way and I set a goal to visit 5 new countries in 2016 (which I managed btw). I chose Lugano as my destination and took the Flixbus to get there. The journey there was awesome, the bus had wifi on board and I was listening to Arcade Fire and Franz Ferdinand on their radio app or whatever it was. Shortly after I arrived to Lugano I got a very strangely written message from Flixbus telling me I had been withdrawn from my drive due to operational delay. Firstly I was rather angry but then I decided not to spoil my trip so I took a walk along the river to the city centre. When I arrived to the banks of Lake Lugano this beautiful view surprised me. It was quite foggy and it looked like straight out of some magical fairy tale.
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be at a fashion week? Not as a model/fashion editor/makeup artist or anyone important enough who attends all the fashion shows but as an amateur model/street style photographer? You probably haven’t because there’s not many people who think about these kinds of things. But if you have, I have perfect news for you! Here’s my very own experience of my 3rd fashion week as amateur model/street style photographer.