Touched down in Paris for the final stretch of fashion month - not going to lie, am glad life is almost back to normal, as my poor battered feet have really given up on me. Allowed them to play hooky from the shows for a short few hours yesterday, as there were a few bits and bobs I had been saving for. Number one, Philo's Wharol-esque play on consumerism and mass production, the wonderfully humorous Chinatown print. And they are flat! Thank god.