Cou cou everyone! I'm reporting to you live from the showroom of Paris Fashion Week! No, I'm not (but I've always wanted to say that), we've been crazy busy, plus I'd get in trouble as social media use is scorned upon in fancy establishments such as this. Boo. The action going on makes even me, someone who has a 10€ Nokia phone want Instagram.
So this year, all staff is required each morning to get full hair and makeup done by the make-up artists who did last week's runway show. Sounds so glamorous, right? Well it isn't when the look is fashioned after a 1980s Robert Palmer video girl with super slicked back hair in tight headache-inducing buns and coral glossy lipstick. Most of the girls can pull this look off with their sweet little faces and fine hair, but some of us look just heinous. For instance, me. An Italian girl with a pointy nose, thick eyebrows, and sideburns can't really pull off that androgynous high-fashion thing. At one point in the day I considered shaving my sideburns off when I got home but thought better of it, because we all know they'd grow back in like a dude's beard.
After twelve hours on my feet (as I've said in earlier posts, ballet flats aren't any better to break in!) I need a hot shower, a hot meal, to pull out the 25 bobby pins in my hair, and an episode of "Bar Rescue". I hope everyone is well, and not to worry I have some interesting things to recount soon!