Paris, mon amour.

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Blue houndstooth suit: Finders Keepers / White sneakers: Topshop / Sunglasses: Quay

Everybody was right. Literature, movies, and the strangers you struck up random conversation with were all right. Paris is indeed a dream.

I travelled to Paris for the first time when I was 12 years old, and oddly my impressions were not positive. Now granted: I was a moody little kid, but it was also raining during my entire trip and all I probably wanted at that time was some fast wifi so I could play neopets. For years I kept hearing from everybody how phenomenal the city is, so I was over the moon when I found out I would be travelling to Paris this month because I’m a big believer in changing your first impressions. Now, allow me to confirm the hype for you. The scenery before your eyes is a painting, no matter what way you turn and what angle you approach it from. The locals float along the streets in all black in a state of melancholy, smoking cigarettes, and more often than not are all alone. You just want to become part of them- something about the French is so cool and effortless that you want to re-invent yourself. They won’t say anything to you or be rude, they’re just intimidating with the amount of style (not fashion or trendy-ness) they possess. I also hate to say it, but it is romantic. What exactly makes a city romantic, besides the stigma we have that Paris is the city of love? I’m not sure, don’t ask me, but it is a fact. It’s hazy and monochromatic and the tones of the buildings are just perfect.

I swear I must have walked at least 10 kilometres every day, but there wasn’t a second that I would have rather taken the subway. Exploring cities by foot is probably one of my favourite hobbies, if you can call it that. Crossing my fingers that something will bring me back soon. Paris, Je t’adore.

Istanbul.

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Dress: Style Stalker / Loafers: ZARA / Bag: Fendi via Gasmy / Fringe jacket: ZARA

It’s been a bit of a crazy October- as it usually is. I can’t quite put my finger on what makes October the most amazing month for me, every single year of my life. It’s like life purposefully saturates October with friends, new experiences, joy, music, and a feeling of complete-ness. I spent the last few days in Istanbul- a city so unique I could probably only use my upcoming video about it to describe. It looks like Asia on one street, Barcelona on the other, India when standing on a bridge, Italy when on a boat. It’s insanely and beautifully cultural, exactly the way I like cities.

Stuart Weitzman.

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Dress: ASOS / Boots: “Lowland suede” Stuart Weitzman / Bag: Chanel / Jacket: Finders Keepers

I fell in love so deeply with Julia Restoin Roitfeld’s directorial debut “Rock Roll Ride” for Stuart Weitzman (watch here or above) featuring Poppy Delevingne and Dylan Penn that I had to share the love with you all. I actually sat behind Poppy on my flight from Milan to London last week and would be lying if I didn’t think it was super cool. Upgrade to business class and sit behind a supermodel? Deal, I’m in. These Stuart Weitzman Lowland boots literally do make you feel like a soft and delicate princess of the rock’n’roll era. As I walked around London, everybody was staring me up and down and giving me compliments. These boots do all the talking. You could wear them with a garbage bag and still look cool*.

It’s the most beautiful thing to me, how the summer slowly transforms into the autumn. How is it that the world becomes so, so beautiful right before it peaks into death for five (give or take) months? It’s like the universe teases us with beauty so rich that it has to deprive us for the next season. Unless you live in Mexico or something, then you lucky thing, you can enjoy summer all day every day. Goals.

Photos: Christine Dushina
*do not recommend