I’ve been burning the candle at both ends and all I am left with is a misty Sunday, a messy bed and a hole in my pocket. My keys have been in that keyhole before the man in the sky has switched the big light on and I’ve not been able to leave till well after dark. The lines of street cafés have lead my way, or maybe more astray into the nights.
It’s hard to pin down where time has actually gone but it’s way been my best week so far. I’ve had tears, tickling and total potty times with new friends that have shown me the real Paris and I am falling hard in love with the city. I’ve tried my hand at being a DJ in some old wine cellar club, which I pretty much just stood crowd-watching instead of concentrating on what I was meant to be doing. Met The XX there too, they’d had gig in Paris that night and had come to let their haird down and lark about. I had no idea who they were but they’re pretty easy on the ears, they’ll be getting a play in the office this week.
I’m holding the fort this week because Annie and Vanessa are in Milan shooting the new Missoni campaigns. I’m a bit scared if I’m honest, I got a hefty list of things I have to have done by the end of the week when they return. I think I’m going to have to be methodical and keep my socks pulled up. I think there will be a few late nights in the office this week though.
I feel like I need a months beauty sleep but that’s not about to happen. My eyes have some nasty circles underneath and my feet feel like they’re almost worn out but maybe that’s just my boots. I think with interns and probably with any job in fashion, you’ve just got to push yourself that extra little bit no matter how knackered you are.
And coffee by the hour. This week is set to be even madder and I’ve signed the dotted line to stay a little longer here so I need to find myself a new flat cause this one runs out in March. Paris has stolen me and I couldn’t be more pleased.
p.s i got a ride on the back of a vespa down the Champs-Élysées on friday night and didn't want to get off, like ever.
