Glorious day, charming, elegant, amusing women — my best experience yet as an on-the-street photo snapper. It’s still not my favorite thing in the world to do however.
Hope you weren’t too upset to see Cherie yesterday. I know she was, but she should consider herself lucky to have this venue and get just over it. It’s not like she can’t reschedule. She doesn’t have a job and she has a staff anticipating her every whim.
Trends you may be thinking, get to the point for heaven’s sake. Warm weather wear is breaking out as you can see, lots and lots of gladiator sandals, both high and low, more metallics, ballerinas just keep getting prettier — flat bows, two-toned, every imaginable color. It is either too early or I haven’t canvassed enough arrondissements to give you an in-depth fashion report, also women are still transitioning. I was seeing a bit of everything on the streets: long skirts, sun dresses (mostly short, sometimes with t-shirts beneath), pants, pants, pants, jeans, jeans, jeans and the occasional shirt dress or body caressing sheath.
Oh yes, something I’ve never seen before until a year or so ago and now more and more, everywhere I go: Women are whitening their teeth — really, really white.
Isn’t the woman in the gray dress drop-dead gorgeous (I couldn’t resist showing you twice)? And the regal posture on the woman in the navy jacket, absolutely arresting. We had a mini conversation about the beauty of white shirts and blouses — she was wearing a stunner — and she confided, “they are my uniform.”
You have here — in order of presentation — a melange of Paris, Neuilly and the country village you know so well.