the city de la mode | via instagram

by jessica harshman


Just as I imagined, the city of Paris is an incredible open space museum. As I stroll down narrow streets lined with imposing nineteenth-century edifices I’m absorbed, and sometimes taken aback, by the street-style spectacle. Like any major metropolis, there are various styles according to the niche or neighborhood; but I’ve noticed that there does not seem to be one Parisian uniform. This is in contrast with the LA uniform: distressed denim, white tee, moto jacket. Although, if I had to define the style here I would call it “functional avant-garde.”

 I see risky, and sometimes weird pattern clashing. Voluminous, unstructured silhouettes made of lightweight fabrics, piled on like slouchy blankets (think Yohji Yamamoto). Functional footwear (i.e. Stan Smiths) is juxtaposed with mid-length pleated skirts in vibrant colors. I see hits of suede fringe amongst masses of Chanel bags. I admire a many black dress, sometimes with a cowl neck or asymmetrical hem, worn by effortlessly chic women sporting minimal makeup. Menswear is of equal prominence; in fact, I think I’ve fallen hardest for men’s footwear.

I’m in Paris not only for the best shopping time (the entire city is on sale), but also in the midst of fashion week. As Paris Men's Fashion Week just ended, Haute Couture is just about to get started. As if the aesthetic capital wasn't already intoxicating enough.

La Seine and the Eiffel Tower

Jardin des Tuileries

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Versace Peacock Loafers. Seen at Colette. 

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Hotel de Ville. City Hall of Paris.

Thrifting at Chine Machine in Montmartre. 

Sponge Bob fur coat at Colette.

Rue Daguerre market. 

La Seine boat tour.

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Day well spent at the Louvre. 

Rings from the Port de Vavnes flea market.

Midnight in Paris.