May or may not have found a secret passageway to the back of the Hotel Salomon de Rothschild where the Valentino Haute Couture show was taking place.
Prime gown photo op location?
Prime tingle-down-my-spine prompter?
It's not like I teared up or trembled or drooled or anything. Obviously I kept my usual cool facade.
Aside from the one or two spastic grins. And convulsions. And stints of verbal diarrhea
(not an easy word to spell, might I add).
On the street style front - it was admittedly a bit hard to see any photo-worthy get ups through the 50,000 adoring Kim Kardashian fans, 300 gruffly-clad paparazzo, and 76 one-inch-away-from-my-toe-driving city buses.
There were a couple highlights, though, (KK/KW entry aside) worthy of a post - so ...
a post you have.
I am sorry, though, that I couldn't show you Clemence Poesy.
She's one of my faves.
Who was that?
Ok. So maybe I wouldn't make a great paparazzo.
what a shame.