Paris Fashion Week is officially underway and suddenly my little life deep in the suburbs of southern California feels nothing but frumpy.
I love them. The streets, the sweets, the cigarette smoke. J’adore it all.
Especially the style. It’s effortless, never “trendy” and surprisingly easy to emulate, even here, where life (and style) can often feel a little less Truffaut and a little more “The Truman Show”: