Paris: A Season of Senses

Is anyone else feeling the FOMO every year during Paris Fashion Week? I mean, I always want to be in Paris, obviously—but this feeling just grows stronger and stronger each year. And it's not even about the fashion itself.

It’s about the energy, the souls that gather there, all at once, gathered in the name of fashion. But really, it’s deeper than that. It’s this unspoken agreement to just be in Paris and do “Paris shit.” As simple as that sounds, it’s the most beautiful part. Connecting with people you’ve longed to meet, sharing space with those who inspire you.

It never gets old. It’s a reset. A wave of new faces and stories. And for once, you’re not living through your to-do list or stuck in the mundane—you’re experiencing life through your senses. You remember things not by the time they happened, but by how your eyes, lips, and ears felt in those moments. You’re not surviving. You’re present. You're living.

And that’s when everything else begins to blur. Time starts to dissolve, the future becomes a bright shadowy runway—but in those moments, under Parisian skies, none of that matters.

So let’s enjoy what Parisian soil has to offer. Let’s do Paris shit.

From Kevin Piek’s IG story