Earlier in February I wrote about my experience in Paris, which I visited as part of Lacoste’s campaign ‘Life is a Beautiful Sport’. The French label invited a few humble individuals to view the new LIVE collection, as well as the promotional imagery and videos for their now-all-over-TV campaign. Being in a city such as Paris however, you need to spend a few hours getting lost everywhere and anywhere, and be heckled a few times for your pathetic attempt at French. I managed to get a few hours in the days to do one of my favourite past-times - stalking. Or, as the sane like to say, people watching.
it’s all slow dining with wine at any time of the day
I’m hoping to release a third part which will cover the actual lifestyle of the city, as there’s really quite a bit to be said about the iconic capital that seems to divides the world’s opinion (with the ultimate example being the British). There’s so much to be said about the actual people who live in Paris, and while I’m not looking to politically step on anyone’s toes, I didn’t really find the locals as daunting as I had imagined. My initials thoughts leading up to the days before boarding the Eurostar was a mixture of hesitation and nerves. Everyone’s heard the reputation of stereotypical Parisians - unfriendly, disgusted by the butchery of their mother tongue and pretty pompous. Even I’ve had one occasion in China where this Parisian had ranted at me for five minutes about how she despised the British (which took up most of the six minutes we knew each other), though I’ll let her attitude slide and blame it on the few bottles of wine she’d just ingested. But, despite all of this, when I was finally off the train and wandering around with my bags and camera - looking very much like a tourist - I was pleasantly surprised. People were pretty lovely, enjoyed smiling and most importantly for the work of Mr. Boy - were happy to have their picture taken.
I think what people mistake as arrogance, is their confidence and demeanour. Paris has some of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in a city. Perhaps it might seem as though they are looking down their noses, but personally I perceive it as confident, comfortable individuals who don’t feel the need to rush around as much as we do here in London. And on top of this grace and somewhat messy elegance (by which I’m referring to the rough, knotty tied up hair), there’s incredible style.
I mean seriously. While walking around the streets of the charming city, I can’t help but gaze at individuals dressed head-to-toe in dark, neutral colours, displaying a style that is very much representative of French designer Isabel Marant, who is known for this “effortlessly cool”-like style. I might sound like a bit of an oddball, but it’s the sort of thing that first got me interested in fashion and style in the first place - personal style. And personal style is something that the French certainly have. It’s the long coats in combination with flowing hair that seems to fall into place. It’s the taste and appreciation for luxury brands which seem to just be part of the lifestyle, as opposed to something “unattainable”. It’s all very cool, and there doesn’t seem to be a better way to describe it. People there are just cool.
Venturing around the city, snapping pictures of people who go about their lives seemingly aimlessly - it’s understandable why Lacoste has opted for the ‘Life is a Beautiful Sport’ campaign. Everything is just a bit more beautiful in Paris. Perhaps I’m biased though - I’m not such a fan of big bold colours which is why the city works so well for me, one that is notoriously more beautiful during the night. But more on that next time. I’ll leave you with a few more photos which I took of the locals, as well as Eniola from Lacoste, who guided us around the city with her signature spectacles.
- Mr. Boy