Done, gone, farewell, adios
I'm heading back to Berlin in a matter of hours, and jumping right into Berlin Fashion Week (starts tonight, I'll be DJing at Projekt Galerie at Torstr. 96!). Paris was definitely an education experience. I met some phenomenal individuals, and really formed a close relationship with the subway. I learned that my haircut is not cut out for muggy weather and I'm prone to sweating when talking to people who I want to impress the most. But in all seriousness, what I really came to terms with was how intimately small the number of people who attend these sorts of things are, how throughout one week (or 4 days) you see the same faces almost every day - and sometimes this is acknowledged with a smile or nod-of-the-head, but for the most part there is a distance between individuals a hierarchy within the community. But really, magazine editors, stylists, celebrities, students, writers, bloggers, designers...we were all there for the same reason, an insatiable love for fashion, an addiction to the industry for some reason for another... and because of this, we run in expensive shoes and spend hours waiting with one another for the shows to begin. Really, we are not so different.
