As much as I enjoyed Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week - or "PHCFW", as nobody likes to say -
there was something a little try-hardy about the whole dress up and prance around for the overly zealous photogs thing.
Don't get me wrong; unitards, leotards and tardy show-going patrons will always pique my interest - but I'm sort of missing the pure organicness of randomly chosen street style.
Even the "street style" of PHCFW (running with it) mostly consisted of high profile bloggers and strangely dressed socialites.
But then there was this girl - who's name I failed to get, but who's image lingered in my mind long enough for it not to matter.
There's something so effortless here.
It didn't seem like she was forcing this ensemble - but rather like this ensemble was her,
and no Chanel pre-show was going to change that.