Coffee with Coco, or Karl would top many a fashion person’s bucket list, to be sure. And for some editors etcetera the chance presented itself this morning, No expense was spared in giving the Grand Palais a Chanel level makeover by which it became Brasserie Gabrielle, a place where impossibly leggy and chic models (you know the drill by now…Kendall, Cara, Joan…). As for the clothes, they served as a chic reminder that lunch is reason enough to look chic. Oh, and the shoes. Well, suddenly I desperately want a (very sensible and easily justifiable!) pair of two-toned sling-backs à la my grandmother.
Conservative skirts made very cool.
Maybe just never leave this booth.
The bag to snap was this assiette clutch.
Reaching very peak levels of cool over here.