I just can't keep up this blogging stuff. I am too lazy. But I will try, because it makes my Mum happy and I still have two hours until I have to take the 6 year old to a birthday party.
SO, I have made a worrying and dangerous discovery...
There is a Kooples store 5 minute's walk away from my apartment. And it's a really good one. I found it when me and Chris were walking home from Victor Hugo over the weekend. It has the most amazing blazer in the men's section, it is leather and wool with faux fur lapels :') It's only 500€. If I saved for 6 weeks I could afford it. I wouldn't even have to stop eating because I get my food money on top of my wages. Then again, if I stopped eating I could probably afford the blazer in 4 weeks... I can't help it, I know that most people who wear Kooples clothes are probably tossers who take themselves a bit seriously but I love them (the clothes, not the tossers who take themselves too seriously).
The assistants in there were so nice as well! I tried to go into the Kooples pop-up store in Printemps and the assistant basically followed us round, one pace behind, the whole time I was in there which I HATE because I am obviously not going to buy anything (I was wearing Topshop ffs...). But in the Victor Hugo store it was just two blokes and they were lovely! Then again, maybe this is because I was wearing more expensive clothes and looked like I might actually purchase the fabulous blazer rather than just trying it on to torture myself...
That's one thing I really like about the posh boutiques in Paris. In London, if you walked into Chanel or Valentino, or even somewhere a bit cheaper like Vivienne Westwood, they would immediately total up how much your outfit cost and completely ignore you once they've worked out that you're not in there to buy. Mostly they won't even bother saying "hello". I don't know if it's just the weird compulsion the french have to say "bonjour" to everybody but as soon as you walk in, even if you are blatantly just looking, they say hello and ask if they can help you. Then they say "merci, au revoir" when you leave, even though you've had your sticky, high street fingers all over their 1000€ dresses. Then again, I think this non-threatening approach to designer clothing is going to be very bad for my bank balance once I've managed to save a bit!
One thing I'm really missing since leaving Cornwall, though, is second hand shopping. I have been told that the charity shops in Paris are completely amazing and out-of-this-world but I'm yet to actually find one! The closest I got was in Montmartre where I found a second hand shop selling a vintage Burberry trench, but it was still 200€ so not exactly bargainous shopping.
SO my mission before my next blog post is to find an amazing vintage market or similar. Probably a job for next weekend...
Over and out until then ;)
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