Paris has brought all of the excitement, as per usual. There's something about the shows this week that has really inspired me, both artistically and in my wardrobe choices. Paris is always so flawless, feminine but androgynous, effortless, etc. Powerful as well. PFW was not without drama though. There was plenty of obscurity to go around, and that's what makes it so fun, right? Putting on a show. This was the best end to the month. Though I'm sad to see it end, I feel refreshed (and ready for a trip to France). Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be dreaming of dresses and wide leg trousers.