Longest ride to Newark airport. Empty seat on the plane to Dusseldorf. Fantastic Mr. Fox. with dinner. Land in Paris at 8am. Get to the hotel by 9am. Check-in is at 2pm. Shit. Omelette and fries for breakfast at nearby Cafe Madeline. Buying French Vogue for the special insert. Going to a police station to ask about permits for shooting in the street. Taking the long way back to my hotel (by accident). Finding out you buy cigarettes at places labeled "tabac". Gauloises. Helping Nicole get ready for the French Vogue ball while drinking copious amounts of wine. Taking the long way back to my hotel (again). Glittering Eiffel Tower. "Un vin blanc s'il vous plait". Being propositioned on the street at 2am by some dude. Waking up too hungover. Psychic connection dreams. Finally finding Rue Duphot. Figuring out the short way to get to the Saint James on Rue de Rivoli. Having a glorious mozzarella stuffed tomato for lunch while fabulous people watching. Getting my AF Vandevorst invitation the day after the show. Monoprix. Walking down Rue de Rivoli carrying a steamer while everyone looked at me like a weirdo. Tiny mirrored elevators. Rue Saint-Honore. Emergency Missoni stops. Morning stops at Fauchon for coffee and delicious fruit juice. Colette. Le petit oracle des dames. The Tuileries. Jambon et fromage sandwiches. Getting my Isabel Marant invitation the day after the show (again). Changing models behind white sheets. Photoshoots on the Seine. Capitan obvious. Late night wrap ups with red wine. Running through Charles de Gaulle in search of macaroons. Fin.