Belle Marmont: Paris Fashion Week= Très Jealous

I officially need to stop drooling at my TIVO. It's been nearly 12 hours since I first watched "The Rachel Zoe Project's" Paris Fashion Week episode, and every time I venture past my television, I fight the insatiable urge to stop everything I'm doing and watch it again. Chock full of what I refer to as "Paris Porn," it's just...I die. But not literally. Rachel loves to say she "literally" dies, her heart is "literally" going to beat out of her chest, etc. What I'm not literally dying of is Paris Fever. And let me tell you, I've got it bad.

And this episode certainly did not help. I mean, did they have to stay at the George V? In a suite, with walk-in closets nonetheless? Did they have to go to Didier Ludot, a mythical store which I tried valiantly but failed to locate when I was in Paris for that ever so brief a moment? I was just waiting for them to head to Colette, another store I went looking for, only to end up standing in front of a construction zone trying to translate a sign in French that said Closed for Remodeling. Thankfully, they spared me on that one. Oh, and Coco Chanel's apartment? Seriously. I was actually making little noises as Rachel got to try on Coco's glasses. Too much...

And Rachel and Brad are right, there is nothing like the sun warming you in Paris, and nothing like the way the light illuminates those spectacularly gorgeous buildings and monuments. The energy there is just overwhelming. You can see it on their faces, even though Rachel claims to have been there a thousand times before. Paris is magic. It absolutely is the most enchanting city in the world.

I must, must, must go back, and soon.

Somewhere between the 800 Euro vintage Dior trench coats, Hermes bracelets and general Chanel fabulosity Brad briefly talked with the designer Erin Fetherston, which happened to make me think of a spread the sorely missed Domino did a few years back of her Parisian flat that was so lovely, I ended up saving the pictures in my "Inspirations" book. Even though it has been a few years, I thought I would post some pictures of her charming, quintessentially French pied-à-terre...