Camille - Palais de Tokyo

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"Je m'appelle Camille, je suis en terminale.
Pour moi, la Mode est une expression personnelle.
Aujourd'hui, mon Look est un peu Glamour Romantique.
Dans la vie, j'adore mes chats, Noisette et Pookie et
je déteste l'arrogance. Mon message au monde: Vivez
au jour le jour ..."

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Manteau Miss Selfridge
Robe par Yumi
Boots by Bata
Sac by Etam
Perfume: JP Gaultier

La fille qui rit - FW - Paris

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Jessica - Opéra - Paris

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"Mon nom est Jessica. Je suis au Lycée français.
Pour moi, la Mode est une façon de s'exprimer et de
s'identifier. Aujourd'hui, mon look est "girly".
J'aime Paris en été. Je déteste les gens qui
critiquent les autres juste pour se sentir mieux.
Mon message au monde entier: Envisagez le bon
côté de la vie !"

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Je porte des vêtements
Zara, H&M et Primark

Check Jessica's Blog: Snow White Gone Wild

Mia - Hôtel de Ville - Paris

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" My name is Mia, I study Design Management in Parsons School.
For me Fashion depends of what feeling I have. It's very
different from day to day. Today is like a horse back riding look.
In daily life, I hate to wake up in the morning. I love to enjoy
sunshine in Paris with friends. My message to the world: Be happy ! ..."

Check Mia's Blog at MiaMarionette

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I wear a vintage Jacket
Pants by Cambio
Shoes From Dinsko (Norway)
Head scarf by H&M
Sunnies by RayBan
Perfume: "Princesse" by Vera Wang

Emilie - Hôtel de ville - Paris

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Elena Perminova - FW - Paris

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#Biebimagine :O



“Justin? Justin?” Selena said waving her hand in my face, attempting to get my attention. “Huh?” I said turning to her. “Were you even paying attention to me?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips. “Of course,” I said grabbing her waist and pulling her close to me. She smiled the smile that could usually put me into a great mood. But not today. I faked the biggest smile possible, which wasn’t big at all. We continued to walk, and she continued to ramble on about something. I tried my hardest to stop thinking about what happened last night, to stop thinking about her, and tried focusing on Selena. But every single time I thought I had a grasp on what Selena was saying, Imelda popped into my mind. What the hell am I doing? I thought to myself. Imelda and I broke up, we’re no longer together. Now, I’m with Selena, one of the most amazing girls out there. Yet, Imelda was the only thing on my mind. Suddenly, I saw several flashes in the corner of my eyes. Damn, the paparazzi are here. I turned my head to see about 20 people, if you can even justify them as that, taking a pictures of me and Selena. “Here we go again,” Selena said, “I guess that’s what happens when you’re ‘Hollywood’s Hottest Teen Couple’,” she said rolling her eyes. Those words, Hollywood’s Hottest Teen Couple, violently brought me back to last night.

I was just chilling in my hotel room, reading all my mentions on Twitter, when I heard a soft knock on my door. Who could it be? I asked myself. My mom and my whole crew went out to dinner just 20 minutes ago. I looked through the peep whole and saw the person I least expected to see. Imelda? I opened the door, and there she was. Although it hasn’t been long since I’ve last seen her, she looked different. She looked more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. Her wavy, lustrous brown hair had grown a few inches. Her body seemed leaner, longer, and more toned. She looked simply magnificent in that short dress and heels. She smiled, a brilliant smile, at me. “Hello Justin,” she said. She looked a little nervous and jumpy, I smiled at that. It reminded me of our first day, where she spilled water all over me. “Hey. I haven’t seen you in a while,” I said gesturing her in. She walked in and looked around. “So what’s going on with you?” I asked, trying to find a way to break the silence. “Uh, nothing much. I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking… about us,” she said looking at me with a look in her eyes that I couldn’t explain. “About…us?” I said bewildered, choking on the words. “Yeah, I know it pretty unexpected, but I have a lot of things I need to get off my chest,” she said. She seemed so tense and serious right now. “Okay,” I said sitting in a chair, “say what you need to say.” 

She took a deep breath. “Justin Drew Bieber, I hate you.” I looked at her in complete shock. “I hate you because you made me love you and then you forgot about me. You made it seem as though, what we had was just one of your stupid flings. Well guess what, it wasn’t. Those 7 months I got to call you my boyfriend, well they meant the world to me and you took it away,” she was fighting back tears, “Can I ask you something? Why? Why wasn’t I good enough? Why did I have to keep our relationship a secret, when all you do is walk the streets with Selena while paparazzi take pictures of you two and put them everywhere I look? What, you didn’t think we could’ve been ‘Hollywood’s Hottest Teen Couple’? Do you know how painful it is to see that? Do you know how much it hurts to see that you denied our relationship, and pretty much shout your relationship with Selena to the world? Why was I forgotten like the rest Justin? Why?!” Tears were streaming down her face, smearing her mascara. It killed me to see her like this. ”Those questions aren’t as easy to answer as you might think,” I said. “Just give me an answer, dammit! Don’t you think I deserve that?” She said looking at me with such sad eyes. “I loved you too, but, even you have to admit, we were growing apart. I never forgot you, never. I know what we had was special, but it is what we had. You were good enough, you were better than good enough. I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s not like I called the paparazzi when me and Selena hang out. I’m sorry.” I was so close to crying, so I just stopped. She walked towards me. “Sorry? Sorry won’t help a damn thing.” She looked so hurt. A tear slipped from my eye. Then, she kissed me.

When she kissed me, I felt so many emotions at once. I was so overwhelmed. I pushed her off me. “What the hell are you doing?! You know I have a girlfriend.” She looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes. “And I’ll never forget.” I looked down, this was just too much. “You should leave,” I said. “Tell me you didn’t feel anything when we kissed and I’ll leave you alone forever.” I knew as soon as she said those words, she was serious. Of course I didn’t want her out of my life, but I couldn’t let her ruin what Selena and I had. She deserved to be with a guy who was not falling for someone else. “I felt nothing,” I said looking down because I couldn’t lie to her face. She backed away slowly, not believing what she just heard. “Well, okay. I’ll leave now. Bye, Justin.” I looked up as soon as the door closed and burst into tears. I still felt her lips on mine, and realized one of the several emotions I felt when she kissed me. Love.

“Justin? Are you okay?” Selena asked shaking me. No, I said to myself. “Yeah,” I lied and grabbed her hand, “I’m perfectly fine.”

AHH JUSTIN NO… TAKE IMELDA :O

#Biebimagine :O



“Justin? Justin?” Selena said waving her hand in my face, attempting to get my attention. “Huh?” I said turning to her. “Were you even paying attention to me?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips. “Of course,” I said grabbing her waist and pulling her close to me. She smiled the smile that could usually put me into a great mood. But not today. I faked the biggest smile possible, which wasn’t big at all. We continued to walk, and she continued to ramble on about something. I tried my hardest to stop thinking about what happened last night, to stop thinking about her, and tried focusing on Selena. But every single time I thought I had a grasp on what Selena was saying, Imelda popped into my mind. What the hell am I doing? I thought to myself. Imelda and I broke up, we’re no longer together. Now, I’m with Selena, one of the most amazing girls out there. Yet, Imelda was the only thing on my mind. Suddenly, I saw several flashes in the corner of my eyes. Damn, the paparazzi are here. I turned my head to see about 20 people, if you can even justify them as that, taking a pictures of me and Selena. “Here we go again,” Selena said, “I guess that’s what happens when you’re ‘Hollywood’s Hottest Teen Couple’,” she said rolling her eyes. Those words, Hollywood’s Hottest Teen Couple, violently brought me back to last night.

I was just chilling in my hotel room, reading all my mentions on Twitter, when I heard a soft knock on my door. Who could it be? I asked myself. My mom and my whole crew went out to dinner just 20 minutes ago. I looked through the peep whole and saw the person I least expected to see. Imelda? I opened the door, and there she was. Although it hasn’t been long since I’ve last seen her, she looked different. She looked more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. Her wavy, lustrous brown hair had grown a few inches. Her body seemed leaner, longer, and more toned. She looked simply magnificent in that short dress and heels. She smiled, a brilliant smile, at me. “Hello Justin,” she said. She looked a little nervous and jumpy, I smiled at that. It reminded me of our first day, where she spilled water all over me. “Hey. I haven’t seen you in a while,” I said gesturing her in. She walked in and looked around. “So what’s going on with you?” I asked, trying to find a way to break the silence. “Uh, nothing much. I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking… about us,” she said looking at me with a look in her eyes that I couldn’t explain. “About…us?” I said bewildered, choking on the words. “Yeah, I know it pretty unexpected, but I have a lot of things I need to get off my chest,” she said. She seemed so tense and serious right now. “Okay,” I said sitting in a chair, “say what you need to say.” 

She took a deep breath. “Justin Drew Bieber, I hate you.” I looked at her in complete shock. “I hate you because you made me love you and then you forgot about me. You made it seem as though, what we had was just one of your stupid flings. Well guess what, it wasn’t. Those 7 months I got to call you my boyfriend, well they meant the world to me and you took it away,” she was fighting back tears, “Can I ask you something? Why? Why wasn’t I good enough? Why did I have to keep our relationship a secret, when all you do is walk the streets with Selena while paparazzi take pictures of you two and put them everywhere I look? What, you didn’t think we could’ve been ‘Hollywood’s Hottest Teen Couple’? Do you know how painful it is to see that? Do you know how much it hurts to see that you denied our relationship, and pretty much shout your relationship with Selena to the world? Why was I forgotten like the rest Justin? Why?!” Tears were streaming down her face, smearing her mascara. It killed me to see her like this. ”Those questions aren’t as easy to answer as you might think,” I said. “Just give me an answer, dammit! Don’t you think I deserve that?” She said looking at me with such sad eyes. “I loved you too, but, even you have to admit, we were growing apart. I never forgot you, never. I know what we had was special, but it is what we had. You were good enough, you were better than good enough. I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s not like I called the paparazzi when me and Selena hang out. I’m sorry.” I was so close to crying, so I just stopped. She walked towards me. “Sorry? Sorry won’t help a damn thing.” She looked so hurt. A tear slipped from my eye. Then, she kissed me.

When she kissed me, I felt so many emotions at once. I was so overwhelmed. I pushed her off me. “What the hell are you doing?! You know I have a girlfriend.” She looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes. “And I’ll never forget.” I looked down, this was just too much. “You should leave,” I said. “Tell me you didn’t feel anything when we kissed and I’ll leave you alone forever.” I knew as soon as she said those words, she was serious. Of course I didn’t want her out of my life, but I couldn’t let her ruin what Selena and I had. She deserved to be with a guy who was not falling for someone else. “I felt nothing,” I said looking down because I couldn’t lie to her face. She backed away slowly, not believing what she just heard. “Well, okay. I’ll leave now. Bye, Justin.” I looked up as soon as the door closed and burst into tears. I still felt her lips on mine, and realized one of the several emotions I felt when she kissed me. Love.

“Justin? Are you okay?” Selena asked shaking me. No, I said to myself. “Yeah,” I lied and grabbed her hand, “I’m perfectly fine.”

AHH JUSTIN NO… TAKE IMELDA :O

Alice - Le Marais - Paris

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"Je m'appelle Alice. Je suis Fashion Editor chez Glamour.
Pour moi, la Mode est à la fois un plaisir et une contrainte.
Aujourd'hui, mon look est passe-partout. Dans la vie, j'adore
la Tunisie et je ne déteste rien ... Mon message au monde
entier: Arrêtez de consommer n'importe-quoi (Je sais,
c'est gonflé de dire ça pour une rédactrice de Mode !..."

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Je porte un manteau Tara Jarmon
Une chemise The Kooples
Short par Carven
Bottes par Margiela
Lunettes par Claire Goldsmith
Sac by Chanel
Parfum: "Datura Noire" par Serge Lutens

The Photographer - FW - Paris

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Maeva - Les Tuileries - Paris

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" My name is Maeva. I work as Film Editor Assistant.
For me Fashion is to have a good looking. Today, my
look is something like dirty. I love to eat fat.
I hate pigeons. My message to the wordl: Be dirty !.."

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I wear a T-Shirt by JC de Castelbajac
Jeans by H&M
Jacket by H&M
Shoes ?
Bag ?
Perfume by Narcisso Rodriguez

Waiting for the Sun - FW - Paris

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Uliana Sergienko - FW - Paris

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To my Russian friends.
Please could you refrain to remove my copyright
from my pictures ? Or do you think you become the author by magic when
you put yours ?
Do I have to say thanks for that ?

Easy Fashion Fred

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The B&W Model - FW - Paris

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Roxane - Le Marais - Paris

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"Mon nom est Roxane. Je suis étudiante styliste de Mode
au Studio Berçot. Pour moi, la Mode est une obsession et
j'espère réussir comme Styliste. Aujourd'hui, mon look
est plutôt dans l'air du temps. Dans la vie, j'aime la
beauté en général et je déteste l'injustice.
Mon message au Monde entier: Amusez-vous !"

Je porte une Cape Zara
et un veste Maje
Pants by Acne
Top by Zara
Shoes by Eroto Kristos
Perfume: "L'Odyssée" by Issey Miyake

Annie - Les Tuileries - Paris

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"My name is Annie. I am a High-School/Blogger.
For me Fashion is like an Obsession. My look is
something like everyday look. I love Paris & Fashion
Week. I hate to live in a small german city ..."

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I wear a Sailor Jacket by Zara
Floral Top by Zara
Waisted Jeans
Ankle Boots
Hat vintage
Bag by GreenBurry
Necklace made by Myself
Ring from Flea Market
Perfume; "Miss Dior Cherie" by Dior