There’s nothing like shopping in Paris. Well, you know, if you can afford it. I learned the hard way that, as often as I tell myself the dollar and euro are sort of on par, they just... are not. Splurging on French fashion is just that: a splurge.
So I settle for ogling the windows.
and even the relatively affordable ba&sh.
I like the way the mannequins look down at me.
But, even better, I like up close. Alberta Ferretti is one of my dream brands.
Givenchy, so austere.
Hermés, a wonderland. But you really have to see it in person.
And Hugo Boss, of all labels, inspired the most sighing.
Sigh, yes, sigh... a girl can dream, after all.