I felt the tectonic plates of my being had shifted. I had changed. To help this transformation progress, I decided a trip was in order. A solo trip. So I booked a flight for a week and a half out. If I had to go somewhere, I knew I wanted it to be Paris. My first freezing morning in the city, I wandered over to the Seine with a croissant. Looking out onto cloudy Paris, I cried—of joy, of exhaustion, I wasn’t sure. But I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders. The rest of the trip was a rolling adventure. From meeting Parisian girls who opened their homes, lives and closets to me (closet tour with @amorosavintage coming soon!), to getting a comb at the @officine_universelle_buly , to doing whatever the fuck I wanted whenever the fuck I wanted in the prettiest city on Earth. This trip has permanently changed me. Sometimes you’ve shifted but you need an experience to shake the old out of you and help you embody the new. That’s what Paris December, 2024 was for me. And I’m here for it. Love you guys, Raisa p.s. Paris haul coming asap ;)