To me, you can infer the most about style by the bags, the shoes, the scarves that we wear. Hiking boots, beat-up Converse, heels, running shoes: we live in them. Backpacks, briefcases, totes: we work with them. Silk, merino, colour: we embelish with them. . . .
On May Day, when the French cities died, the only sounds that could be heard were of the spring air funneling through the Alps. The pavement knew not cars, but instead.. . . .