Last weekend I headed to Paris for Maison et Objet (you can click here read my trend report) and when I arrived I discovered, to my delight, that the city was covered in a blanket of powder white snow. This was the second time I’ve been in Paris when it happened to be snowing, but the first time offered a flew token flakes and nothing more. This, on the other hand, was literally like a scene from a movie. When I woke on Sunday morning I looked out the window to see delicate snowflakes gracefully falling onto the quintessentially Parisian street outside, the picture postcard rooftops fast becoming enveloped under a fluffy white blanket. Out in the street and walking through the Marais I revelled in how blissfully quiet the city was; the only sounds were excited yelps from both children and adults alike as families headed out to enjoy the heaviest snowfall the city has seen in years. I can genuinely say that this was one of those days that I hope to remember forever: an unplanned and purely magical day spent wondering around Paris with my dear fiancé. I still feel so grateful to have been able to see Paris in this way because I might never see it in such a way again. It was a day of laughter, of inspiration (I loved how the city’s colours came alive against the Whistler-white backdrop), of love and of bloomin’ freezing feet!
// Photography by Will Taylor