Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Monday, 5 December 2011


Back in September,* I was lucky enough to get whisked away to Paris, to celebrate the collaboration of Paco Rabanne Black XS with bands such as Kaiser Chiefs, CSS and Interpol. The project is called Be A Rockstar, so the mission of our trip was to be treated as rockstars. In Paris. The kind of mission I can enthusiastically get behind!

St Pancras Station, London

On the day of the trip we had a car pick us up and whisk us to the Eurostar terminal at St Pancras. (I absolutely love travelling from St Pancras**; the renovation of the station and hotel is stunning, and there's great food and shopping to be had on the concourse, I like Sourced Market for great coffee, pastries, and locally sourced organic bits. It's fairly priced, too.)

Before we knew it we were in a taxi zipping through the streets of Paris to Mama Shelter – of course! Where else would a rockstar stay in Paris? The hotel is Philippe Starck designed and very cool. Designed to party, really. Which we did! Love that the hotel overlooks a graffitied train track. Très urban.

Mama Shelter

lunch @ Mama Shelter

But first of all I had a little look around the local area. Mama Shelter is right next to the Père-Lachaise cemetery – perfect for communing with dead rockstars.


I found a sweet little street nearby, Rue St Blaise, which was full of galleries and restaurants. Perfect if you don't feel like venturing far from the hotel.


Back to the room for a chill – they had me at Kiehl's products.

Mama shelter hotel, Paris

Then out on the town. Loved the mirrored hallways, with a scribbled note about the coolest local thing to go to that day; a Keith Haring exhibition, wish I could've popped along.


A quick Hemingway daiquiri in the bar. (How I prefer to view life, across the top of a cocktail glass.)

Mama Shelter

My and partner in crime Isabelle OC's clunky matching rockstar shoeboots.

Mama Shelter

Stage diving Iso. The venue for the event was the historic Parisian venue La Maroquinerie. It was fascinating getting a behind-the-scenes peek at the theatre. We hung out in the dressing rooms for a bit, observing the interesting grafitti.

Back to the hotel for a late night pizza and more beer.

from tonight... dinner at mama shelter paris with @gonzague @vascellari @liviacolare and @hikari

The next day, after a predictably delicious breakfast at Mama Shelter, we were all completely bleary-eyed but bundled off in our cars to L'Espace Payot, a luxury day spa just off the Champs-Élysées. It felt extremely decadent to be right in the centre of Paris, whiling away the morning having a massage and soaking in a hot tub. Whilst sipping lemon infused water from my lounger I observed a very smart Parisian lady with perfectly preserved coiffure having a water aerobics class. Très chic, I want to grow up to be that lady. Afterwards I nipped off to say a quick hello to La Tour Eiffel, just around the corner.


All in all it was a blissful trip. I'm planning to return to Paris and relax into my trip by having a morning at L'Espace Payot. Also on my list for next time: try the hot chocolate at Angelina (Coco Chanel's favourite!).

*   before getting whisked up into wedding and moving house, hency crazy posting time delay!

** a friend of mine lives in the apartment building at St Pancras and she can order cocktails on room service at the hotel to her flat. Living the dream, or what?

Thanks so much to to Be A Rockstar. Check out their site for exclusive footage of CSS, Kaiser Chiefs, Two Door Cinema Club, Cold War Kids.

Picture credits with thanks: St Pancras, Mama ShelterPizzeria

Thursday, 8 April 2010

April in Paris. (That old cliché.)

I was just looking at some pictures of a recent trip to Paris. Such a cliché, but come springtime I always want to go to Paris. I'd like to live here, in the Marais.


And have a lunch of macarons and figs from Le Bon Marché everyday.

Figs and macaroons - a fine lunch!

With salad for dinner, obviously. How else to maintain a slim French figure? (This is my kind of salad.)

My kind of salad

We watched the sun go down over the Seine whilst these girls gossiped next to us. It felt like the scene from Sex And The City where Carrie is all sad because she wants to join in with the gossiping Parisiennes. I loved the green wedges and maxi-dress.


And then to my boudoir. Sigh.


More pictures of our Paris trip are ici, they also belong to a group for pictures of Paris that Nichole from Little Brown Pen set up.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Hair, there and everywhere.

On a trip to Paris last year, I noticed that Parisian ladies proudly rock their natural brown locks and so, sheeplike, I decided to go back to my natural hair colour. Brown. Or beige, as my friend Liz puts it.

Well now I'm sick of my dog poo coloured hair and have noticed that the sneaky Parisians are up to new tricks: I've been noticing a few sneaky reddish auburn tints. Does this look like natural red to you? Or can I acquire this myself? A change is as good as a rest. I will report back.

(Top right: Julia Roitfeld from the selby. Top left from Garance Doré. )