I was interviewed on Monday for a culture show on Kobra television, which is a show in Sweden. The interviewer was a lovely man who asked me all sorts of questions about fashion, culture and the color pink, which I dutifully tried to answer. I'm not sure when the show will air but I will be able to watch it online. I'm assuming it will be in Swedish. So it will be extremely odd to watch myself talk and not be able to understand what I'm saying.
The Swedish television crew was not in Paris for the fashion shows, but I'm sure they are the only ones. There are so many TV crews and photographers here that everyone seems to be interviewing each other and taking photographs of each other's shoes.
Not too long ago in Milan, a photographer asked if she could take a picture of my shoes. They were leather platform peep-toe shoes with a stacked heel and crocodile embossing. I'm hoping that they turn up in some fancy magazine spread on trendy shoes pictured alongside some pricey Manolos, especially since I bought them at Ann Taylor and if they cost $100, it was only because of the tax.
I also had a photographer ask to take a picture of my handbag.
There is something decidely weird about having your belongings photographed in such a disconnected way. I think we all like to believe that our clothes, shoes and such only come to life and look interesting because of what we bring to them. But on the fashion circuit, the woman does not make the shoes. It's just about the shoes. (And for the dear reader who likes to boil my postings down to numbers, I am aware that I used the word shoes seven times. I could have substituted footwear or pumps or written around it all together, but it's midnight in Paris. This little writer is tired.)
By the way, I had a splendid meal at a restaurant called Fish, which is on the Left Bank. It is Mediterranean with a warm, rustic atmosphere. The owners also have a wine shop called Le Dernier Goutte (Dear Francophiles, please don't yell at me if I've spelled that wrong. I couldn't find the exact name anywhere. ) All the wine on the menu is also available in the store. Fish was a cozy little place -- smoke free! -- and the salmon was wonderful and served with some of the best risotto I've ever had, including all my grazing throughout Milan. Fish is at 69 rue de Seine.
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