Photo: Katherine Lowe
Paris is a dead city. As of two days ago the entire population seems to have departed for greener pastures – every time I leave the apartment to look for food, tumbleweeds go flying past. All the bakeries on my street are closed for the month, my friends have disappeared and I'm getting restless. So last night I booked a flight for New York City, where I'll stay for the next six or so weeks (give or take, depending on whether or not I go back to New Zealand for Fashion Week before NYFW). I fly out Saturday night. Proving good things happen in New York, last time I was there I met Kanye West. HOLLA!
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