One thing I've become used to doing in the last 18 months that I rarely did before is going to museums and exhibitions on my own.
Maybe it comes with age and being 31. Maybe it comes with the Parisian culture of choosing to do things on your own. Or maybe it's because of the whole "well if you don't go now when you're available even though you're on your own, then by the time someone is available to go with you it'll be finished!" conversation going on in my head.
Just before Christmas, I braved the cold and waited in line for almost 2 hours to get into the Dior Exhibition at the Grand Palais. The Grand Palais doesn't appear on my Free Museum Sundays in Paris list so there was an additional reason for me to line up for this exhibition in the middle of Winter. By the time I got to the front of the line, my fingers were frozen and I literally could not feel my toes. I'm not kidding here.
But it was worth it.
Inside was little secret hidden universe of light filled creams and whites and pinks and peaches and all things delicate and pretty. It was a nice change from the sea of black and grey I would see every day on the metro and on the streets.
These were my favourite three dresses from the exhibition:
The exhibition reminded me so fondly of the days I used to work for Dior when I lived in London. The amazing team I worked with, my gorgeous manager who had a vision that was equally as stunning as she was, my education manager who worked tirelessly into the evening to make sure every single minute detail was flawlessly in place, and the make up artists whose creations were simply breathtaking.
It reminded me of the beautiful Dior dresses we would borrow for displays and product launches and all the effort and attention we would go to in order to ensure that every petal, every flower, every prop, every product, every component was immaculately presented and most importantly, presented and conveyed in a way that was quintessentially "Dior".