Morgan Stewart McGraw Takes Paris
Since it’s a daytime show, we go for a very clean face with simple matte eyeshadow and short lashes, which feels very French. I order a cappuccino and snack on grapes and raspberry macaroons while trying to talk myself out of feeling the travel fatigue. I’m responsible for my hair looking decent today, and of course, I forgot my round brush at home so have to make do with lots of help from my dear friend, hairspray.
It should come as no surprise that my husband Jordan McGraw, who is my fashion partner-in-crime this week, gets ready in ten minutes and looks fresh as a daisy in a Dior pink plaid moment and Nike x Dior collab sneakers everybody was clamoring for a few months back. I opt for more of a classic look: black sheer tights, black leather mini-skirt, black turtleneck and cream patent shoes.
2:30 p.m.: We finally arrive at Dior after having been dropped off at the wrong location first, because … naturally. It’s packed with people and the energy is high. Just walking into the show, things already feel majestic, or as Jordan puts it, “almost whimsical.” The clothes are stunning and exciting and everything you want to feel from a fashion house like Dior. There’s one jacket in particular, a shiny embossed croc number, that I am literally losing my mind over.
3:00 p.m.: We leave the show and head to a fashion loving friend’s apartment to have tea and these dark chocolate pretzel things that I needed to finally part ways with. We hadn’t seen each other since September so there was lots to discuss: clothes, shows, and jewelry, specifically our mutual love for emerald stones. A fabulous first day in Paris overall.
Wednesday, March 1
7:30 a.m.: I wake-up to the sound of the alarm on my phone—a sound that is forever triggering to me. Today, I’m headed to The Row.