|I wore… Jacket: Whistles, Skirt: Urban Outfitters, Jumper: Mango,
Necklace: Anne Bowes Jewellery, Shoes & Sunglasses: Topshop
|She wore… Coat: Massimo Dutti, Trousers: H&M, Pumps: French Sole,
Top: Independent Boutique, Scarf: Dune
Despite having spent nine weeks in Paris over the past two years I’m embarrassed to admit that I somehow never visited Colette. Well having been twice during this particular trip I can say without a shadow of doubt that it is nothing short of magical. Think high fashion meets Tokyo pop culture with white washed walls, kitsch witticisms and fresh-off-the-runway designer confections as far as the eye can see. Whilst I couldn’t afford to buy so much as a (super adorable, bow detailed) flip flop, the fact that Colette stocks everything from Mary Katrantzou to Alaia makes it a cultural destination in itself.
|Colette (AKA heaven on earth)|
By this point we had worked up a serious appetite (screw Bikram Yoga, shopping is the only way to work out)and decided to grab a spot of lunch in Colette’s ultra chic basement restaurant before making our way back across the river. Next time you’re in Paris I highly recommend you do the same, if only because they have THE coolest toilets in the entire world. One word: heated seats…
After an afternoon spent trying on the entire contents of St Germain des Pres’ many boutiques and indulging in Café au Lait at Les Deux Magot, we finally made it back to the hotel. Naturally we had cut things a little finer than intended and barely had time to don outfit number two before heading out for the trip’s main event. I’m not going to pretend I’m a regular concert goer and I absolutely loathe festivals but seeing Florence and The Machine live was one of the most enjoyable evenings I’ve had in a long time. Ethereally beautiful, sickeningly stylish and in possession of the most intoxicating voice I’ve heard in my life, Florence Welch well and truly brought down the house. My eyes were also opened to the attention drawing qualities of dramatic, floor-length sleeves – a look sported by Florence that I may try to channel myself.
|I wore… Dress: Sessun, Trench Coat: Comptoir des Cottoniers, Socks: H&M,
Loafers: Russel & Bromley, Bag: Whistles, Necklace: Anne Bowes Jewellery
|Florence & The Machine in action|
By the time the concert was over our white wine levels were in grave need of topping up so we decided to hit the town. One of the things I love most about Paris is that even at midnight on a Tuesday, there’s still so much going on. Everywhere you look there are well-dressed couples dining in brasseries and lively conversations taking place in trendy bars. We settled on a place near the Louvre with an air of modern grandeur and a delectable wine list to match. Unsurprisingly it was several hours and numerous glasses of Pouilly Fume later that we set off on a rather tipsy walk home to drag our aching limbs (and livers) to bed.
Love Ella. X