Paris With Dior

Last week I had the somewhat surreal experience of being whisked off to the City of Lights by none other than Dior . When I say “whisked off” what I actually mean was that they invited me several months before so I spent the subsequent weeks getting more and more excited to the point that I was basically incapable of doing anything at all. But that’s a rather long winded way of putting it and has definitely ruined any hope I had of seeming like the kind of nonchalant individual who gets jetted around the world by luxury brands every week. Oh well, aloofness is overrated anyway. Having barely slept the night before out of anticipation (there goes the...