What continually amazed me during the 4 days of the Paris Men's Collections was how fabulously fresh all the men (and the women) looked despite the weather being desperately hot and the show schedule, tight. I saw barely a sweaty underarm nor a bead of sweat forming on the upper lip (botox or maybe the Fash Pack simply refuses sweat?)...me on the other hand- Mon Dieu!
Note this guy's shoes? Pristine white. I, on the other hand, purchased new white Converse (an inspired, very practical choice, huh? ;-)) on Wednesday last week and, now, they are a fetching shade of greige. I think I am going to have to give them a whirl in the washing machine...