Day two in Paris started of with an early morning Roland Mouret show. A designer that can make every women’s body look sexy. Believe me, I tried on a couple of his dresses and jackets a few months ago at PL Line. Seriously, I never felt any sexier in my entire life. For next fall/winter, he was inspired by one of Europe’s coldest winters (1947) and showed his take on layering. His sexy dresses were still my personal favorite of the show though.
After some streetstyle snapping at Dior and Isabel Marant and falling down some stairs at Starbucks (yes, I’m clumsy like that) I went to one of my ultimate dream shows; Maison Martin Margiela. Perfectly constructed jackets with matching high slitted trousers and super high turtlenecks in a basic color palette walked by in a venue that was divided into small rooms completely covered in a wooden printed canvas. Little deconstructed details turned this into my favorite show so far.