A weekend in Paris…

A weekend in Paris…

You know that place you always dreamed of going, and you were just waiting for life to take you there? That place you used to see in your textbooks in middle school that seemed so distant and unimaginable? 

That place for me was Paris. 

“Traveling. It leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller”

– Ibn Battuta 

2/3/17 •• 2/5/17

Adjusting is a weird thing. For the most part we spend our young lives in once place. We go to school, come home, we have a routine. We get comfortable. 

I didn’t know that this would happen to me while here in London. I didn’t know I would be so lucky to ever consider this place my home. I got comfortable. So on Febuary 3rd I left my little home in London, and went on my merry way to Paris. 

When stepping off the train into Paris, I couldn’t keep my smile down if I tried. My eyes were popping out of my head and I could not wait to step out onto the cobblestone streets. Little did I know this would be before reading a caution sign that read “WARNING: 192 steps ahead” and having to lug my obnoxiously heavy duffle bag through the busy and crowded metro station.

I could paint a pretty picture of my weekend in Paris and pretend it was all peaches and dandelions, but how boring would that be to look back on years from now? I want to remember the time we were walking in the freezing cold rain and hail for 2 hours to get to the Eiffel Tower to catch it sparkling at 11:00 pm on the dot, or that really fun time when I decided to break in new Stan Smiths and later  discovered blood stains on my new white shoes from being in so much pain. Ya know what I mean?!

However Paris, you were right. You are just as magical and perfect as you make yourself out to be, and I can’t wait to see you again.

Its hard for me to pinpoint what my favorite part of the weekend was, but you know I will happily try and tell you several anyway. 

Remember in the beginning of this post when I mentioned seeing those pictures in your textbook that seem so surreal? That was the Eiffel Tower. The most magical sight I have ever seen. Not only at night when its sparkling from top to bottom, but in the daylight when you have tears streaming down your face from the cold while simutaenously eating a banana nutella crepe (yeah. this was as perfect as it sounds). I don’t know how big or small I expected the Eiffel Tower to be, but it was beyond my wildest dreams. I stood there for a few minutes just simply staring, taking it all in. I found myself doing that a lot this trip. 

On Saturday we made our way to the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs Elysees. This was also  larger than life and so beautiful (the Arc de Triomphe and the Louis Vuitton store I blacked out and ended up in). Did I mention the part where Amanda and I made a Louis purchase and then were served champagne? Yes, that also happened.

I believe our sales woman’s words were, “Would you ladies like some champagne to calm yourselves down and relax?”.  We then sipped (chugged) our champagne and lived above the clouds for the rest of the day♥

After doing some thinking, only a few words would accurately describe my weekend in Paris.

Magical. Croissants. My four years of French have failed me. 

I left Paris feeling inspired, in awe, and happy to be going home to London. Paris was just the beginning of my travels and that feeling in itself is hard to explain. 

Now its time for the photos. However, let me preface this by saying, don’t try this at home folks. Meaning, don’t stand in the middle of a  major highway to get a photo under the Arc de Triomphe, don’t jump on an extremely high ledge to get a photo in front of the Eiffel Tower, and you probably shouldn’t hold macaroons over a fourth floor terrace. 

Unless you really want to. Heck, who am I to judge. 

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The UNREAL chocolate chip bagel that I consumed 2 out of the 3 days in Paris. Whoops.
I ordered an omelette and this was served with it. I think thats reason enough to move here.


I wasn’t lying about the champagne. Thank you Louis Vuitton, thank you.

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Meet you here again soon all the way from London,


Touched Down in London Town

Touched Down in London Town


*This post is a bit old, from my first few weeks here. Figured I would post it anyway 🙂 *

My first day in my Fashion Journalism class in London, and I cant help but laugh. If someone asked me a year ago if I would be sitting in a class learning about Hermes, Coco Chanel and JPG, interning for French Connection/Great Plains UK, and hopping on a train for a weekend trip to Paris in two weeks, I would look at you in disbelief and recommend counseling. But I am here, doing all of the above.

My life has changed drastically within the past year. While change is good, it can also bring a bit of discomfort and anxiety.

However when preparing for my trip abroad, my anxiety was low and my excitement was sky high. There is something so magical about having the chance to explore a brand new place and knowing the months ahead may be some of the best of your entire life.

A week and a half later, I am now finding my way in London.  I am starting the madness of school, my internship, and planning weekend travels. Also- I am convinced jet lag never ever goes away. I am struggling.

There is nothing more surreal than waking up in the morning and remembering you aren’t in the comfort of your home, next to your dog and a few feet away from your parents.

I thought this would scare me, a lot. But I’ve fallen in love with adventure, I love making new memories, photographing beautiful moments, and meeting new people. So no, I am not scared. I am excited.

While walking through tube stations and strolling around town, I am constantly feeling like I am in New York or Philadelphia. Its a bit deceiving really, but when I am reminded that I am walking the streets of London from the very few American accents, or the infamous black taxi almost running me over every time I step outside, I feel amazed time and time again.

While taking two classes here in London, I am also interning for French Connection. Yes… French Connection. Specifically Great Plains UK. I spend my days at work in the beautiful showroom surrounded by the most recent collections. Like WHAT. 

Somehow, someway I have only been here for 2 and a half weeks. I feel like it has been two months. 

I decided to compile some of my favorite photos I’ve taken while here in London. While not fashion related, I promise those are on the way:)


























Well thats all for now, meet you here again soon:)