Story and photos by Walter Grio.
Paris Fall/Winter 2013.
My days in Paris have been somewhat repetitive. Wake up at 9am, take a five minute Metro to Jardin Des Tuileries, grab coffee and crepe (with Nutella) and then photograph a fashion runway show or two. I take the Metro back home and eat a late lunch at the same restaurant in Le Marais (La Hampe de boeuf avec sa sauce criolla, frites maison). I wash that down with trio de crème brulées maison and then take a one hour nap. I review the photographs from earlier that day, get ready, and head out to some place on L’avenue Montaigne for some early evening cocktails celebrating a collection, a designer, or whatever excuse they can find. Stay there a while, grab a 10pm dinner with more drinks, and then take a 1am cab back home while purposely asking the driver to stop five minutes earlier so I can walk the rest home. The next day is the same thing except the venue of the fashion show and the crepe. Sometimes, I only have it with sugar. This whole thing could easily get old if it wasn’t for one word: PARIS.