The bohemian side of Paris
Bonjour mes petit voyageurs,
Today, I’ll share with you the story about my second day of Paris Fashion Week experience.
Once upon a time (you know I’m a good storyteller) there was a girl that stepped into the city of love. She was not in love with a handsome prince, but in love with all the surroundings, in love with art, music and history. A bohemian mixture that perfectly describe the gratitude of Paris.
I chose to visit the Montmartre district of Paris. It is said that this district, that used to be a small village, a picturesque area that was known for its vineyards and windmills, provide the best views over the city. So what other place would be more suitable for a photoshoot than the landscape view of Paris?
On our way to The Sacré-Coeur of Montmartre, which is one of the most iconic monuments in Paris, I had the chance to feel the bohemian vibe of some talented people, that enchanted our ears and souls with classical music while we were climbing the stairs of the basilica, and also charging my batteries with all the positive energy that surrounded the place.
To perfectly fit into the atmosphere I chose to wear a precious velvet jumpsuit touched with some red accents of peacock feathers and a beautiful cape, both from one of my favorite Romanian brands, Cristallini. You’ll find in their showroom a part of the Parisian atmosphere and a lot of love and devotion for fashion and art.
Now, enjoy the view and let the pictures inspire you!
(Photo/ The Storyalist | Outfit/ Cristallini)
With love,
antela/ 16.10.2015
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Luana Codreanu/ 17.10.2015
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Luana
Ron/ 30.10.2022
Romantic, sophisticated Paris, Sacre Coeur !
“Que diras-tu ce soir, pauvre âme solitaire,
Que diras-tu, mon coeur, coeur autrefois flétri,
À la très belle, à la très bonne, à la très chère,
Dont le regard divin t’a soudain refleuri?
— Nous mettrons notre orgueil à chanter ses louanges:
Rien ne vaut la douceur de son autorité;
Sa chair spirituelle a le parfum des Anges
Et son oeil nous revêt d’un habit de clarté.
Que ce soit dans la nuit et dans la solitude,
Que ce soit dans la rue et dans la multitude,
Son fantôme dans l’air danse comme un flambeau.
Parfois il parle et dit: «Je suis belle, et j’ordonne
Que pour l’amour de moi vous n’aimiez que le Beau;
Je suis l’Ange gardien, la Muse et la Madone.»”