Life is a ironism striking, I thought Wednesday, October 5 in the morning.

On that day I told you I had spent the fashion week flat and T-shirt because of weather worthy of August corse it to my dismay.

And at the same time I appeared on the Sartorialist , all of vibrant color, hat and heels Fendi Gucci dressed.

Do not think that I did not realize the contradiction, which I have not read your comment “… It’s not really Eeeuh flat shoes you wear on

the love your site … where I understand nothing ”

In fact, here’s the real story of what happened Tuesday, Oct. 4.

It all started with the weather. That day we lost 10 degrees. And I managed to get one of the things I had planned for the fashion week. Aaaaaaaaah!

Carried away by my joy, I chose my dress vintage Mugler, who goes so well with my heels Fendi I decided to leave the madness of fashion and take everything I went Chanel fashion

show in in heels . Be aware!

It was pretty simple, but rather held as, frankly, and if I’m stopped by a few photographers at the entrance to the parade, I have no foreshadowed what was to come several hours later .

Because then we had to find a dress to go to the evening Carine was the same evening. I jumped on my bike to get to the magical Gucci showroom, where I had an appointment to try some dresses.

Aparté : The Showroom. Sometimes when you work in fashion and you have nothing to wear for an evening, we can lend you a dress. It is.

This is often because a lot of suffering to enter his body in a sample size (= size = size mannequin less than 0) it is not the scope of all the growing and eating of it leads to comical scenarios (= tears) (that I absolutely have to tell you but that’s for another post) but sometimes a misunderstanding, a dress can sublime go like a glove.

Well, ok, a little tight glove … But two hours of the evening long dress (where everyone will get to dress shorter than you but that too is another post) we are desperate to close a zip. Even putting it to four. End of aside. Oh no I forgot: of course, the next day, ON ALL MAKES, Cinderella mode.

And once there, not only I found my dress, but the huge marble fireplace in the showroom I saw, lined up like Ladurée macaroons, the hats with the colors sublime dream since I the Autumn-Winter fashion show .

Of course, I screamed, and I tried one. And then bam: The colors were so perfectly with what I was wearing my dress that suddenly turned into nice … A page of Vogue. Not really for me altogether, or else my version of Vogue. I decided to take the hat.

Envoguisée, I climbed on my bike, unaware of rush straight to my destiny star of fashion.

In arriving at the Tuileries for the parade Valentino that I realized something was happening. The people turned on me in the street. I could hear the clicks of cameras as soon as I step. We started to ask me to take my picture. People wanted to have their picture taken with me. Bizarre.

Once. Twice. Three times.

After a quarter of an hour, I had about 20 meters.

I felt weird. Neither myself or another, as if by magic I was given the celebrity or innate knowledge of style … Or just a hat.

At the same time it was very funny at the same time I wanted to get my legs to my neck at the same time it was flattering, and at the same time, I wanted to tell Other photographers: “Eh oh, it’s me, do not get excited I will not run away!” … Because at the base, too, was there to take pictures.

Schizo. Moreover, in the kind of identity crisis, it continued:

A photographer who came to arrest me asked me to remove my camera: “It will not, like this: you look like a blogger “.
Dead of laughter, I told him I was a blogger. And I kept my camera.

Another approached me and asked me who I was. I told him my name, and he said: “Yes okay but you’re famous?”

Another bluntly asked me for an autograph. When he realized I was French, he seemed a bit disappointed. I should have said that my name Gawance.

At one time I met Alexandra Golovanoff , which itself is used to all this.

has made a chat, and when suddenly I looked up (that we do not see much with a big hat!) I realized that we were surrounded by a sea of ​​photographers and cameras. All of a sudden it was really too much.

I do not know what got into me, but I ran away.
And in my race, I removed my hat.
And in a second, all my envoguisation flew.

Suddenly my life is back to normal.

And that’s what I was telling Elisa, sitting on a bench in the Tuileries, hours after the Valentino show. For some reason, it did laugh a lot.

Photo: Scott Schuman

PS: If you want that kind of stuff happens to you ( it’s funny stories to tell) remember my post from earlier this year … Already, I told you that wearing a hat made heads turn.