Okay, so the skies of Paris decided I needed to regret every time I left the house in a springy outfit, the rain decided to test my nerves a bit, and so screw ‘em: I got my winter clothes back out.

As the essentials are not around, I concentrate on the accessories.

… The shoes!!!

It’s the only thing that gets me through the day right now.  I do the same thing Julia and Vanessa do here.  I slip on something black… Often my Mango jumpsuit, if you’d like to know… My jumpsuit that I just won’t ever take off seeing as it fixes any and all miss-matches, and even if it worries me a little, will I spend the rest of my life in a combi as it’s just so comfortable, it’s just so classy, it’s just so easy to wear, and it just makes me so pretty?

Okay, I got a little sidetracked just there… I slip on something black and pair of heels that stand out.

What?  Mais bien sûr the color of nude and natural leather stand out.

Okay, and now, you’re going to ask me THE question.  I know it.  You’re going to ask it… Okay, go ahead, Just ask it!

THE question: So what do you do when it rains all over your beautiful stand-out nude shoes?

Hmmmm.  Okay.

I RUIN THEM.  Yeah, so I ruined my favorite pair of Célines.  But seriously, stupid stuff.  Now I know: I am not waterproof.  Nothing I have can survive in the rain.  Neither my hair nor my smokey eyes, and definitely not my shoes.  And then again, not my smokey eyes when I am mourning my shoes.

So it’s settled.  I’m not leaving until I see a endless big blue sky.  Got that, Paris sky?

Translation : Tim Sullivan

Mira’s style goes with her imagination.  While I’m busy spending my time trying to find my fashion identity, looking to define what’s me, what works well, what doesn’t, what flatters, what fails, and figuring out how I am going to be able to budget in these studded Alaïa ankle boots, while I’m doing all that, Mira is reinventing herself every day. 

And everyday you see only her.

When I think of women with a style that has left its mark on me, like Lauren Hutton, Lauren Bacall or even more recently, someone like Giovanna Battaglia, it’s not the clothes themselves that draw me to them.

It’s the way of experiencing life.  To find their comfort in being, whether it be in high heels or in a pair of derbies, with a small clutch bag or a giant tote.  But it’s definitely a posture, a smile, a look, a way of having their hands in their pockets, an allure that says that they is completely there, in all their glory and their contradictions.  And that they is totally themselves and no one else.  

Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan

11.  It’s no use, I am no party girl.  When I party, I party too hard, but most of the time, I come back home early and make myself a rum toddy.  Oh yeah, am I cool or what?

12.  I want to learn how to do up my hair in a whole bunch of different ways.  I want to be able to stylize my own hair.

13.  Suzy Menkes is the most incredible person for her passion for fashion and her passion for her job.  Suzy Menkes is amazing and will work on her laptop between shows, in her car, on the steps of a building… in the middle of the street.  I wanted to sit next to her and bathe in the sun of her science, but i wouldn’t dare.

14.  My credit card doesn’t work at Urban Outfitters.  Everywhere else, yes.  But not at Urban Outfitters.

15.  I’m having lunch with Yasmin and she says to me that she is no party girl.  Suddenly, I feel a lot cooler with my rum toddy.

16.  I run into Vanessa at Dover Street Market in a room full of the most sublime shoes, each pair more so than the one before, and she is holding on tight to a gorgeous vase from the 30′s.    It’s enough to make you want to buy some furniture.  Then I think back to my apartment and I’ll raincheck the idea for now.

17.  Today, I’m on my way to LIberty.  And to V&A.  And to Urban Outfitters.  Yep, bringing some cash.  And I’m going to Twenty8Twelve.  I’m going to Feathers.  On my way to Topshop.  I’m heading over to…  Wait, no…  Today, I’m leaving.  Crap.

18.  People wear a lot of black.  This bugs the hell out of me.  But often enough, my camera makes a stand, and I’m totally in.

19.  I’m wanting some lace.   I see some in the Dover Street basement.  I swoon, look at the price, and quickly faint.  950£. Crap!

20.  This is going to be the last fur-hat post of the year on this blog.  Fur-hat, I love you, but i mean c’mon with this cold.  Allez.  Goodbye Winter!  Goodbye Cupcakes!  Goodbye London!

Buongiorno, Milano!

Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan