New door, new life! ... a little bit about me
I guess these past months could be described as... vibrant?! ch-ch-changing?! Here's a petit summary (2008-2009):
1. Time's up: I leave my job at Getty Images after working for a year and a half in search to accomplish an ever growing passion: FASHION. Not a piece of cake decision I'ld say... four whole months of site searching, parent-convincing, €€ calculating (including banks...so boring and even more so irritatingly necessary)!
2. It's decided: BCN-Paris (Vueling) and no return ticket on the horizon. La cité de la mode is awaiting, and I'm ready for it. I get there in the month if July, the weather is great, and, contrary to what everybody had advised, les Parisiens are really welcoming!
3. Marangoni downer: the course turns out to be quite disappointing... guess it's focused to pre-universitarians. But that's ok, there's no need for a course, Paris in itself is THE course. Design seems to be popping from all over the place, whether it is haute couture (in a level I had not yet seen in Barcelona), prêt-à-porter, or independent designers, fashion is everywhere.
4. No longer a tourist: my decision is more clear than ever, I want to stay in Paris. And again, more parent convincing, serious €€ calculating (Paris is sooooo expensive), flat searching (I will eventually find the most beautiful flat EVER!!) , bureocracy, consulat, and job searching (with a level of french that is just not up to the standards).
5. The Mango experience: I find a job as shop assistant in Mango, yeeeey! It's fashion related (which is what I wanted), and, let's face it, it's money in the pocket! I work for a month, finally a bit of structure! The managers seem so happy with me, I learn how they manage results, sales objectives, merchandising, managing clients... I am loving the city and how every little detail is taken care of. Tacky? No honey, you got the wrong city, here everything is just CHIC.
6. Au revoir: after a month, the not-so-beloved crisis is starting to make effect and so, it is time for me to go home.
7. Back home: my mum picks me up in the airport and we drive our way back home singing at the top of our voices "Girls just wanna have fun". Everythins is the same, I feel as though I've only been away for a couple of days. I am happy to be home, I feel enrichened and stronger, and overall I don't regret a thing.
8. New room: after a couple of days resting, I have this urge to design my room for the new me, because you never know when it will be time to leave again. I finished today, all that's left is this picture of the old door. Who knows, I might find those flyers again in the shape of a recycled notebook.
Coming up... all my shop discoveries from Paris!
