In case Instagram hasn’t screamed it at you enough it’s been fashion week in Paris, something that largely passes me by since I left the industry years ago. Most Parisians ignore the whole thing (only reminded by the terrible traffic), like my husband who texted me perplexed asking “who is Kendall Jenner” after her arrival somewhere blocked his path (I replied suggesting we watch the entirety of The Kardashians to educate him but he politely declined). While running errands I unintentionally ended up at the back entrance for the Schiaparelli show with security guards quizzing me and only figured out what all the drama was about upon leaving when I noticed crowds gathering outside hours before the show was due to begin.
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