The shows are over and the city's gone quiet, but I'm still on my floor surrounded by everything the week sent home with me — this shirt was the last thing standing between me and my bed. Tell me which piece I keep?
The shows are over and the city's gone quiet, but I'm still on my floor surrounded by everything the week sent home with me — this shirt was the last thing standing between me and my bed. Tell me which piece I keep?
The Bourdelle opened a show about the fabric artists actually lived in, and I spent the whole tour thinking about how silk feels slipping off one shoulder. Home now, and my dress seems to agree with me. Convince me it needs to stay on?
Skipped the last after-party for Irving Penn instead — a whole room of women who knew exactly how they wanted to be looked at. I've been on the wrong side of the lens all week, and this feels like home. Come stand in the light with me?
Fashion week fed me nothing but espresso and adrenaline, so tonight my kitchen finally gets me back — dinner's halfway done and the champagne's already open. Come set the table for me?
Carnavalet is throwing itself a 160th birthday party and the courtyard DJ has ruined every plan I had for a quiet evening — three glasses in and still dancing. Come find me before the music stops?
Cancelled every plan and opened the champagne instead — the robe never stood a chance anyway. The night's still young and I'm not spending it alone. Come over?
The Venetians painted every curve like a sin worth keeping and I've been standing here taking notes — the gallery closes soon and I'm not finished looking. Come stand where I'm standing?
Pilates had me on the floor for an hour and I'm still catching my breath — the mat's warm, the leggings are coming off, and the shower's waiting. Coming to wash my back?
Showroom hopping between shows and the SPHERE opening at Palais de Tokyo is full of designers I want to steal from — Dior's this afternoon and I still haven't picked the dress. Talk me into something dangerous before I go?
Two shows down and one more look to fight into before tonight's after-party — backstage is pure chaos and I'm thriving in it. Which dress gets to come out with me?