The femme is in South England for a couple of days. There is a lot more in the way of scones and rabbits around here than fashion, but I am taking a quick break between leaving the Canadian North and arriving in Paris. Experience has taught me that taking a little time to acclimatise between the two destinations is beneficial... the last time I flew direct to Paris, I nearly passed out from suddenly being in an atmosphere full of people who looked like they had just emerged from the pages of Vogue. Women were actually wearing stilletoes, while men actually carried handbags. After Toronto, where schlumpy tends to be the name of the style game, it was too overwhelmingly exciting to bear. I remember stepping out of my hotel in the St. Germain district, my jaw dropping as I took everyone in, and my mutti saying "yes, giraffe, these are your people".
Alors.... Tuesday will find me prostrated in front of the altar of Colette (don't worry, I'll go exploring off the beaten fashion track too...) Thanks for your patience while updates are scarce- if you have sent me your address, a postcard from Paris will find its way to you soon.
Bisous. A (my miu mius send their love too).