{fashion week} show off

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.

L x