The good news is that it’s become perfectly cool to wear goofy sunglasses, huge round ones like Mira here (Mira’s making a come back! She had a little boy named George! Wait a minute, what am I doing here? I’m like People magazine for stylists.) or giant and totally pin-up worthy like Francesca with her pair by Miu Miu that I just love.

Like I’ve said before, I wore entirely too big sunglasses all summer long, perfectly indifferent to their man-repelling effects. I finally had to let them go because they kinda sorta got in the way of my breathing because they came so far down my nose, haha. And I loved them anyway.

So let’s talk about big colorful necklaces with rhinestones now, which are the coolest invention for anyone who loves nothing more than a good t-shirt. A big necklace can save you before a party!!! If you have nothing to wear nothing to wear the night of, a nice pair of pants, a t-shirt, and a big necklace and oh look, you’re dressed and ready to go. Although really, don’t believe me cause I am always feeling like I totally missed the mark, fashion-wise (you know that feeling?).

On these words of wisdom, coming to you live with me in a t-shirt but with no party to go to (aaaaaah, pure happiness) nor a chunky necklace, and since I’m starting to write utter nonsense, I’m off to bed.

Have a good day!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

New York, I love you, but I gotta go.  And it breaks my heart because its always so good, because there’ll be plenty of things I’ll be missin’ when I get back to Paree, the little restaurants, coffees to go, taxis, the bookshops, the way of life, so different than our own.

And at the same time I am excited to return for one reason: I am terrible at packing.  I MUST get back to find all my stuff.  I forgot EVERYTHING.  I left Paris a little bit in a mega rush and it wasn’t until after I got here that I realized that I brought fourteen of the same pair of pants but not one skirt, ten pairs of heals but no flats and I spend all day everyday walking, and that I just simply forgot…  to pack underwear.  Oh, but wait, the socks thing, got that covered.  I brought about 45 pairs.  And 12 pairs of tights on top of that in case I get the urge to cut up my pants to make a skirt in a desperate closet-makeover flash of inspiration.  I mean, you never know.

I’m at the max of excess luggage… because of some socks.  Pffff.

And this brings me to the following question: how do others do it?  How does she do it, Mira, here above, (Yes, you recognized her), who plays with fashion like you play with a rag doll.

Do they make a list of outfits?  Do they check the weather?  Do they travel with four suitcases to have a choice?  Do they do all their shopping after they arrive?

Me, on the other hand, I’ve never been able to find a response to the delicate question of the suitcase.  And that’s why I never know what to say when I get emails asking me how to travel light, travel cool, travel chic.  I don’t know!  You already know I don’t have access to the special VIP lounge.

I’m just saying, there has to have been something that my mom never taught me, something about how to fold everything, how to figure out how many tops to bring, how many pairs of pants, cocktail dresses, casual dresses, all that.  There just has to be, no?

It’s that yes, I return today to Paris, but then I leave again Sunday for London and then off to Milan.  And I’m tired of always looking like I came out of the back pocket of a pile of luggage in the middle of all of these fellow travelers who seem to have it all figured out.  And so, s’il vous plait…. Help meeeeee!

Other than that, I’ll have everything by Marc by Marc, and I’ll have everything by Proenza.  Who cares about baggage limits!  I’ve got every right… right?

And thanks for all yours comments, and big hugs to all, and à très très très vite!

Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan

Ah, This’ll teach me. I talked about the sun too much. Which of course meant that yesterday was a beautiful downpour of a day in true Parisian style. Though here, when you are in the middle of a skirt-alert in an oncoming gust of wind, when your camera is enjoying its little scuba trip, and when your umbrella is… umm… Oh merde where is it? Here, you can jump in a taxi and watch the lights of the city go by through fogged up windows.

And you’re lost in the beauty of it all, scarfing down a pack of peanut butter M&Ms. Where you are headed bears no importance. Oh wait, yes it does, you’re on your way from Micheal Kors to Oscar de la Renta.  Oscar de la Renta, one of the only shows that took place in an old church, very chic, and on the very chic Upper East Side.

Shame it never rains on the show, otherwise I could’ve believed I was on Gossip Girl.

Yesterday then, a rainy day but a chic day. A day when after some trash shows of avant-garde, of 80’s, 90’s revivals, you get yourself to Oscar de la Renta and everything is put back into perspective. It was my first Oscar de la Renta show and I was totally into it. Even if it wasn’t his best, no worries. I let myself be completely charmed by his femme élégante, timeless, and duly gloved and synched.

And here’s what brings me to my sssssssssubject du jour, accessories. Listen up ladies, if there is still time, dart over to the last markdowns of the season and get yourself some gloves, headscarves and belts. If they are shiny and golden, if they are bright and colory, even better. I get the feeling that it’s going to be the must have next winter.

That, and fur… and big jewelry.

Gotta be bourgeois chic. But here’s the question, and it’s for one Giovanna, who can where all that and still be cooler than cool, how do you do it without finding yourself disguised as Saint Bernadette?

The solution? All-out color. Okay, more on that later, you in?

Bisou!

Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan