It takes a lot to push me out of my comfort zone. Once while standing outside of a restaurant, I mentioned to an acquaintance that someone teased me mildly about the fact that I always seem to wear navy.
Oh honey I was going to tell you, but I wasn't sure if you knew or not.
This expands far beyond colors, but that's a story for another post.
But in Paris, the shows are always able to push me out of that space. Today it was
Balmain making me set aside my issues with animal prints and suits and tightness and sexiness.
There are a lot of issues to set aside.
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