JAW-DROPPING RUNWAY SETS FROM PARIS FASHION WEEK

For all of those who could probably write essays about their early-developed sense of maturity (face it, you drama-junkies, the only sign of maturity the others will remember you for is that bunch of worry-wrinkles set to strike your face any time now) and intense sense of responsibility (breaking news, guys: your shoulders are not strong enough to carry everyone else’s problems, and it may come as a shock, but the World ain’t gone collapse if you smile and just chill from time to time) – there are some – myself included – who aren’t yet prepared to let go the fun and the carelessness of those sweet childhood years – I’m still stuck with a curiosity similar to the one displayed by a Thompson gazelle when approaching a hungry crocodile, with a streak of inconsistency that occurred in my early years – insisting around my parents to take me to different activities then changing in maximum two weeks (from drama classes to chess, to ballet, then to piano lessons and…and who even remembers them all)– and above all, I’m stuck with a beyond-gigantic love for nicely-wrapped surprises, that grows even bigger with age. This addiction, plus my unrestrainable curiosity got me close to madness during last week’s PARIS FASHION WEEK (with a maniacal behavior, I took the internet by assault, digging for runway pictures after every show and waiting for the online streams with the same passion I unwrap a present – what was I so interested in after three weeks of shows? Of course, the collections that hit the catwalk had their own importance but nothing, I mean nothing compares to the runway sets – yeah, the runway sets stole my whole attention, the same way the sight of a chocolate takes over my thoughts, everyday around 4 PM – just wasn’t able to resist, and who would have been? Hour after hour, day after day, bedazzling sets were displayed in every single show: fantasy runways, mirror-effects, re-creations of cities, garages, gardens, you name it – PARIS FASHION WEEK out passed my every expectation, nourishing my curiosity and addiction to surprises in a way that only an artfully wrapped tiny box from TIFFANY’s could – a bigger gift box from Barney’s would do as well.