I was getting a little sad last night, walking home on rue Saint-Honoré, noticing that all the vitrines featured the heavy fabrics and somber colors of fall collections. (Has summer even started??) But as I walked east—away from the unattainable Chloé and Lanvin and towards the more-my-speed Maje and The Kooples—any tinge of despair was replaced by excitement. I saw the magic “Soldes” signs in all the windows.
Yes, it’s a beautiful time of the year. Sales are regulated in France, so instead of individual stores having big sales whenever, everything, everywhere goes on sale at the same time. That means, starting today, everything I’ve been coveting for the past three months will be progressively more affordable. Ballerinas, boyfriend jeans, flippy skirts, even Louboutins, will start at 30-50% off and get slashed progressively more over the next few weeks. Les soldes. J’ai hate.