Landed in Paris. While I was sitting on the plane waiting for it to enter the terminal, I turned my phone on … like everyone else.
"Nothing exciting has happened in the last few hours," I thought. But the green notification light flickered excitedly and signaled otherwise. On the other side of the screen, a short message from a charming representative of the Céline fashion house –
"Dear Kochavit,
I hope this finds you well.
I am happy to let you know that we have been able to grant you an invitation for the W17 Céline show".
"Amazing!" I thought to myself. While I was crossing continents, someone made an effort to ensure I don’t miss one of the most interesting shows of the French Fashion Week.
