Of course I didn’t have my camera as she flew by me out the doors of the Grand Palais where she was probably gazing upon the glorious Picasso exhibition everyone is talking about.
But there she was, doing once again what only French women of a certain age seem to do better than anyone else in the world: Daring to wear a combination of pieces that would tend either not to occur to us or make us think, “oh, maybe not.” But au contraire. French women are never locked into preconceived notions of age-appropriateness or “I can wear this and I can’t possibly wear that.”
They’re not fools either, their minis are in their daughter’s closets or were handed over to a vintage boutique. They have an enviable self-confidence and instinctively know what looks good on them and what turns heads — in a good way.
This is what my stunning mystery woman was wearing: an ankle length white Stuart plaid kilt. (I looked this up and apparently the red plaid is Stewart, like Martha; the white is Stuart as in the former queen of England.)
I digress: with it she wore a cubby little black down jacket similar to the one from Patagonia pictured above with a black turtleneck peeping out at the neck and suede bottines, as we call them. Note sensible heel height.
You’ll have to use your imagination with the bits pictured here. But I’m sure you get the general idea: ageless.