When I now look back on my childhood, I feel so fortunate for the upbringing that I received. At the time it was hard for me to understand why I wasn't allowed to watch normal television or see movies that were anything above a G rating... It was the 90's for goodness sake and my parents had been brought up in the 60's! Why was I being censored?! All I was exposed to in those growing years were movies from the 40's and 50's. I grew up with the likes of Gene Kelly (I had a crush on him for years) Audrey Hepburn, Debbie Reynolds and Leslie Caron. The world of innocence and romance, class and to the unexposed me, beauty as all I knew it to be.
One movie I loved watching growing up was "An American in Paris." I remember vividly the scene when Leslie Caron and Gene Kelly walk down the steps to the river Seine and romance through dance and innocent flirtation enraptured my attention completely. I imagined a day when I too could visit Paris and walk down the steps and a man like Gene Kelly would be there to sweep me off my feet....
Last month I finally got my wish and I was heading to Paris for work... and play! I would get to meet some of my favourite designers and preview stock, not to be released until next year. I was ready to blog, Twitter Post and Instagram my way through this amazing trip! After my first day of work I headed, dazed, to the river Seine to relax and try take in everything that I had experienced in the 24 hours I had been in Paris. Alas when I got to that spot, Gene Kelly wasn't waiting for me. And in his place were 300 international tourists taking photos on their iPhones and posting multiple selfies of themselves by the river. It wasnt what I expected from the Paris in my mind.
In that moment I understood completely why my parents had brought me up in this way. Trying to hold onto the last bit of innocence and beauty in it's honest form. Seeing the world through unaffected eyes. Not needing cameras, selfies or Twitter Posts to boast about what was happening. Reality was, I was in Paris... and I needed to feel it. Everything I saw astounded me and I was so excited to be there, but I could tell my story later... For now I just needed to dance my little dance beside the Seine and feel what I felt when I was eight years old, watching this movie for the first time.... Complete wonder.
I finally got to be An Australian in Paris... My first time in France and my first trip to Europe. I was invited by one of the masters in the industry to learn the ropes of international lingerie buying and assist on the bi annual trip to Mode city Paris trade fair. I had signed up for four intense days of buying appointments, discovering new labels and market research. Meetings, dinner parties and intense lingerie conversations. I had the opportunity to meet people and see things I could only dream of. It was my absolute heaven and I was in awe every single day. This was my life and I needed to experience it without interruptions.
So I apologise to all those asking why I haven't been posting lately, and I hope you understand I work not only full time in this industry but part time also in different aspects of the lingerie world. Be it stylist, buyer, consultant, fitter or writer. I write this blog for fun and I only hope that my continued readers enjoy this lingerie journey as much as I have been. Over the next month I will give you the highlights of the trip and what I purchased, saw and learnt over there. It was a time in my life I will never forget and I look forward to sharing my world with you.
Have you been lingerie shopping in Europe before? What did you think of the stores there compared to where you live?