I moved to Paris as soon as I graduated from university writes Audrey Rogers, founder of fashion blog Frassy. With two suitcases and a questionable amount of leopard print, I set up my life on the Left Bank in one of the most bourgeoisie neighbourhoods of the city, the 6th arrondissement. I couldn’t speak a work of French, I had no friends and my expectations were mostly based on features I had seen in French Vogue.
But off I went, fuelled by nothing but a somewhat naïve version of a Paris dream. And over the years, like always in life, dreams merged with reality – and I found out some truths along the way; about French women, about French fashion and what it’s really like to live among what "the industry" has deemed the most sartorially successful nationality. It seems a French passport has become synonymous with chic. I can respect this affirmation but cannot quite agree - and here’s why.