So fashion. Such a week. Fashion week. Wednesday night I found myself fifty metres away from the Wests, that’s Kanye, Kim AND North. NBD babes. Does it matter that I was drinking peppermint tea in my apartment while they were at a Balmain show next door and I found out because Kate saw a photo on instagram? No it doesn’t. I was pretty much with them, taking a selfie, having a laugh with Anna Wintour.
Yes, we were pleasantly surprised to find that fashion week had come to us and spent a lot of Wednesday hanging out our apartment window as we were waiting for the weefee (wifi) man to install our precious connection to life as we know it. I was in my sports gear and did walk down to where the paparazzi were standing with my camera. I caught the eye of one of the paparazzi and he looked at me as if to say “LOL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” and I wanted to ask “LOL WHO ARE WE WAITING FOR MATE?” all of a sudden things got freaking hectic. The paparazzi took off into a jog running forward and then pausing to take a shot of a fashionable target. At one stage I was loitering by a tree next to a Mercedes-Benz fashion car when they came toward me like a swarm of flashing bees. Turns out their subject was getting in the car and I was oblivious until she was right next to me and I was hopping around trying to get away.
After the brush with fame, or shame… I got cold and headed back upstairs to take aerial shots of the fashion pack arriving for the shows. Coldness aside, there are enough bloggers taking shots of people from the front, so I thought i’d focus on ‘birds-eye’ view and shots from behind. All I am saying is that shots from behind could be the next big thing, (new front shot). You roll your eyes now, but once my @birdseyeviewfashion or @fashfromtheback account takes off you’ll be so jelly you didn’t think of it first.
My fashion photogs below.
Wednesday evening after waiting four hours for the weefee man to do his thang, and may I just add I busted him gawking at the fashion pack at least three times, we headed out to MissKo for dinner. This had come recommended and was only an 850 metre stroll away. In an ode to fashion week I decided that I would try to pose like a member of the fashion pack for the rest of the week. So on the walk to dinner is where I began my fashion dedication shots.
MissKo was a must go eating experience in Paris and I am going to be back for cocktails soon. It’s an asian fusion restaurant but the fit out is what makes it really special. If you’re coming to Paris you should definitely check it owt. A one line poetic review you ask? It’s in my hood, and it’s the goods.
Saturday night was another home game for Hugh and this time I had Kate in tow which made the whole experience far less socially awkward… LESS awkward however not completely devoid of any cringe inducing moments because it’s me we are talking about. Post match in the pink dream room I spotted an oyster station, and I was so excited that I managed to booty pop a large pink lighting tube over and it crashed to the ground. Hugh wasn’t in the room at this point so I managed to apologise profusely and Kate did an apology bow and then we quickly moved to another area of the room. Kate also missed that one of the opposition players (La Rochelle who wear black and yellow) that we were introduced too was clearly a kiwi, I don’t know how she missed his elegant vowels. When she exclaimed “so tell me, where is La Rochelle based– or as I like to call it, the Richmond Tigers” he stared at her blankly in response. Later she remarked how rude/vacant he was in response to her classic gag. Instead, I had to slowly explain that she was talking to an All Black and not a Melbourne lad at the Prahran Hotel.
I had some feedback on my last home game post about the astro-turf table and cheese board. If you’re reading this and you somehow are connected to marketing, events or functions at a rugby or sporting environment do not let anything stand you in your way of creating your own. Stride into your next meeting, slam your notebook down on the table and DEMAND an astro turf table. And don’t stop at just cheese, make sure you demand Foie gras burgers, and quiches and mini desserts. While you’re at it look them in the eye and demand mini eclair’s and mini pav-a-crons (yes that’s a half pavalova half macron). Tell them the patrons deserve mini chocolate mousse cakes with gold coated hazelnuts. Don’t rest until you get the go ahead. Because you will make a lot of people very happy. Maybe make sure your light fixtures are firmly fixed to the ground while you’re at it.
THE MOST MAGICAL SUNDAY
Here comes a shocking admission. I have waited twenty-five long years to visit Disneyland. Yesterday I experienced the magic for the first time, and let it be known, before my two siblings. Look I didn’t want to have to point the finger here but i’m going too. My parents made the decision to keep Disneyland from my brothers and I. Sure we visited the Goldy (GC) and even Rainbow’s End but those two selfish humans could not bring themselves to take us to the happiest place on earth. I am sure you are shaking your head in disbelief and probably sobbing for my brothers and I, and I’m sad to say it actually gets worse. My parents have taken themselves off on a month-long adventure of the U S of A and, yup you guessed it, they went to Disneyland! And they sent my brothers and I photos of themselves AT DISNEYLAND! They’re messed up. I saw a little girl in a princess costume (it was fabulous I was envious) and she was holding her tiara and crying like the little girl she was. I was baffled by her behaviour. I stared at her, urging her to snap out of it. I wanted to take her by the shoulders, shake her (gently) and say “look here you little snotmonster, I have waited twenty-five YEARS to get here, and you’ve waited what looks like 6?! Suck it up and BE-HAVE woman!”
Now I have that off my chest we can get on with the magical Sunday spent hung over at Disneyland Paris. Here was my face after the twenty-five year wait as I was about to walk into the greatest place on earth.
The day turned into a crazy day of orienteering and time management (mainly by Hugh). Two things that fail me, I’m always late and cannot read a map to save myself. Disneyland have a fast-ticket system where you can generate a ticket and come back at a certain time to avoid the queues. This involved a lot of tense discussions as to which rides were a priority and how best to use our time.
I could go through the entire day starting with the purchase of Minnie Mouse ears for Kate and I, and a Disneyland Paris hat for Hugh, which he thinks he will keep ‘reppin’ around Paris. Buuuuut instead I am going to pull a classic dad move and tell you about our personal best and worst parts of the day and also our D-Land strength as determined by the other members of the wolfpack.
Kate’s highlight – the drive to Disneyland, and witnessing the DLAND signs and the kilometres count down like the longest countdown on earth. She clapped with glee with each sign.
Kate’s Lowlight – low socks, crossed with brand new (fierce) shoes, and lots of walking equals blisters. Her ankle looked like it had been chewed on by an angry goblin.
Kate’s Strength; In-queue entertainment. This could be a new career path for Kate, I can see a serious niche in the market to hire her services as a roving queue entertainer on a Segway. She told stories of childhood including the time eight year old Kate faked the longevity of an injury because she was loving the attention of being on crutches. She would crutch around all day and then stroll through the house at night to use the bathroom/go to the kitchen. Another– the time five-year old Kate locked her friend on the balcony and when her mum asked “where’s Holly?” Kate replied “I locked her on the balcony because I don’t want her to breathe my air’ – this inspired Hugh to recall a story where he scalded a friend with hot water to save himself.
Hugh’s highlight – first ride
Hugh’s Lowlight – the Ratotuille ride. I do not know what Hugh was expecting. It is a ride adapted from a children’s’ movie?! ‘Apparently’ the D-Land guide had an icon which meant it was a thrill-seeker ride and even the sight of a man with his 6 month old baby and the three-year old in front of us climbing into the RAT shaped trolleys did not dispel his belief he was about to be scared.
Strength – Hugh’s height is obviously a major strength as it’s impossible to lose sight of him and therefore the wolfpack stayed together as one thrill-seeking unit all day. But overall his key strength on this particular day was his tolerance and consideration as packhorse. Kate and I decided handbags would be an inconvenience and as Hugh’s backpack was already coming along for the ride we threw in our wallets, lip balm, cameras, bandaids, phones and spare tops into his bag. He had to firmly explain the rules after a while, “you must request that I take off the bag instead of unzipping while I am A) walking or B) moving in a queue”. Once the rules were established things went really well and Kate and I commended him on his bag handling skills.
Lowlight – when we first arrived and started pacing through Walt Disney studios. We were all hungry, tired and hungover and the swarm of people was something I wasn’t expecting. As soon as we went on the first ride though my Dland anxieties disappeared and I settled into the magical groove.
Highlight – THE WHOLE BLOODY DAY (after the very first bit). Ohhh I also liked when Hugh got pooed on by a bird, and Kate’s ‘I’m thrilled but also alone in this carriage’ expressions captured by the ride photos. See below (blue top girl).
In the line for the first ride we were, as I mentioned above slightly worse for wear and I could see Hugh’s energy levels were plummeting. I became ‘snack coordinator’ and was handed 20 euro. I reversed out of the line and set off to find something to sustain us. I returned victorious navigating through the line and apologising in both French and English till I found my friends (Hugh’s height a definite advantage). They both told me off for removing my Minnie ears as they lost sight of me but quickly turned their NAYS into PRAISE when I presented NUTELLA FREAKING CREPES.
And that’s that for this week. Well actually I left out our visit to the Catacombs so I’ll include that in a separate post this week. Also, FYI if you scroll down a little further you will find the follow box. Here’s where you can Sign yo’ self up to receive an email when a new post is penned. Now don’t be thinking you’ll get junk and spam in a can. I promise it will just be post notifications. And now I am going to dash, (Kardashian reference) as Kate and I have a high tea booked where KIMYE are staying with the rest of the K klan. Here’s to scones with Kanye! Toodles!
SPECIAL MENTION TO MY ANGEL FACE! I received my first ever care package from my honeypie KayNay and I was over the moon. I have munched my way through most of this at an alarming pace. Most special package to receive in the mail, teary eyes and everything.