This is a shout out to the star of my Paris Fashion Week
not the slippery lil suckers we ping ponged at every supper, nor the insanely perfect airbnb J booked so I could play house.
Meet my shiny new pair of Dior-ables, the french fancies I wing-girled to every show in …Fashion week show stoppers non?
They chose me.
FYI: I was super late for the Barbara Bui show – not blaming the fashion week traffic or girly giggling with Lucy – because this time I was delayed by paparazzi busy papping my feet from every angle. It took it out of me shuffling across the cobbled forecourt of the Grand Palais without looking down. Course I enjoyed every Warhol second. J’adore Dior.
Back to fashion week-ing. Only catching the tale end of the Bui show I grabbed as many pics of this plaid Del-boy coat I could and then focussed on the main event – Olivia Palermo et al on the FROW.
Quick mention to my borrowed white-tee which regrettably didn’t make it through an artillery asault of escargot. Still every cloud.
summer 2016 sandal | DIOR
mom jeans | TOPSHOP
white tee | his but try FOREVER 21
blazer | ELIE TAHARI
gold locket | GOLDSMITHS
small baguette | FENDI
sunglasses | RAYBAN
btw: our apartment was super central in the 8th Arr. (via AIRBNB) – message me for details email@example.com
All words, styling and creative direction my own.