The first signs of spring are starting to show in Paris, which is wonderful because the flowers are blooming and the climate is warmer. Everyone finally gets out of hibernation mode to enjoy the streaks of sunshine and to soak up that Vitamin D that one desperately needs after winter. The thing about spring is that it gets tricky trying to figure out what to wear because the mornings tend to be cold whereas the afternoons are warmer. It’s that hesitation between either wearing a summer jacket or a winter coat, yet by the end of the day one always seems to take their extra layer off just to feel what it’s like to be in a shirt again.
Experiencing winter in NYC isn’t always the most enjoyable. Anyone who lives there can say they are blessed by a snowstorm each year. The first few moments where the snow sticks to the ground, making everything look peaceful and enchanting, are indeed delightful. However, once the snow turns into slush in a busy city like New York, it ain’t so pretty anymore. There’s a constant struggle of not really knowing what to wear to avoid getting your clothes dirty from all the mush, and especially trying to jump over it in the sidewalks.
There are things that can’t be imitated or reproduced the same way old things were. There’s so much history to be found behind an ‘antique’ creation, sometimes the past of it can’t be retraced, which makes it all the more special. It leaves a lot to imagination – who wore this item before me? Who adopted it as their own? The story could be decoded in a million ways, but you will never really know unless you have a sort of testimony. Most importantly though, is the emotion and feeling of the product that has been carried along with its story.
Those moments that involve big and chunky sweaters are probably amongst the coziest. There’s something so snuggly when you’ve spent a whole day outside in the bitter cold and come back to an amber-lit bedroom, a fluffy duvet, and some hot tea. The second when I get into any house or hotel room is to just jump on the bed or sofa and lay there for a significant amount of time. When you get under the covers, you feel like nothing can get you out, as if you’re sheltered from the outside world, safe in your cocoon of comfort.
From the moment one walks into the polished dusty pink walls that make up the Mansur Gavriel pop-up shop in SoHo, one feels strangely calm and charmed by the attractive elements surrounding them. It’s not like any other shop; it’s much more distinctive due to the presence of color and the small flower shop located in a corner of the store. The bags and shoes are neatly presented and organized by a degradation of colors composing of light neutrals, medium tones, and dark shades. Overall, the pop-up store impeccably portrays the style of the brand – slightly minimalistic with delicate details, classically elegant, and aesthetically pleasing.