Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Buying makeup at Chanel in Paris. And about the free WiFi onboard Turkish Airlines for business class.

How nice to have free WiFi for business class passengers onboard Turkish Airlines to Europe. 

Just when I was wondering what to do with myself for the next 12 hours, the pilot came on the loudspeaker to welcome everyone and to announce the complimentary WiFi services in business class.


So I thought I'd type out a story about my visit to the flagship store of Chanel in Paris on my iPhone.

I was at the main Chanel store in Paris just to check out the clothes, you see, and to do so I had to walk past the makeup counter which is stationed in the middle of the store, after the accessories but before the clothes.

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Unfortunately makeup doesn't usually interest me as I only wear sunscreen and lip gloss everyday unless I have to go somewhere fancy. So I was about to walk straight past the makeup counter, ignoring all the pretty tubes and jars lined up so neatly in one corner of the room.

But the makeup girl had the most flawless makeup I had ever seen, so after checking out some clothes and trying on a black dress that I ended up not buying, I actually headed back to the makeup counter.



Unfortunately, the girl with the flawless makeup wasn't there anymore. She'd gone on a break.

"Please get her back from her break," I requested with my typical impatience but in my nicest French, "I only want to talk to her."

No one else in the shop had makeup as flawless as that girl I saw, so I wasn't buying anything if it wasn't from her. 


And, as this was Chanel headquarters just off the Saint Honore, where they even serve drinks in the private VIP dressing rooms and a personal shopper brings you stuff to try on from the back of the house rather than from the sales racks, they called the girl back from her break without even raising a French eyebrow.

I certainly wouldn't be so impertinent if I was buying makeup at Sephora on the Champs Élysées, for example, which is like a big supermarket.


When the girl finally arrived, I simply said: "I want exactly what you're wearing." Nothing else, nothing more.

She looked completely natural and nice, and that's the kind of look I really like for myself. I don't have much time to think about dressing up with lots of effort.

And this photo was the result. 

Of course I had to walk out of Chanel with a big bag of makeup after calling that girl back from her coffee somewhere, but I was certainly feeling like a Parisian. But when I eventually returned home to Asia, I was back to sunscreen and lip gloss, living a never-ending, and never-endingly eventful #Travelife.

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