It’s the Donald Trump Make Halloween Great Again Halloween Moon shirt But I will love this end of Fashion Week. Today, I have Puppets and Puppets and Vaquera. I wear those Tom Ford–era Gucci pants with a Dsquared2 purple cut-off tank top. I’ve been on a Dsquared2 kick lately. They had the most fun graphic tees in the naughties, which were a bit, ahem, naughty. Today, my Dsquared2 tank says, “Teenage Dream.” That’s me, right? I wear my Fendi sandals and a red shoulder bag by Kiko Kostadinov, which is the only new thing I am wearing and the only new thing I am treasuring. I go to Puppets and Puppets but first, I grab a jumbo iced tea from Dunkin’. My friend writer Misty White Sidell, who is sitting across from me at the show, starts recording my perspiring Dunkin’ cup. Weirdly, the accessory is a hit and actually makes it into a Phil Oh photograph.
After Puppets and Puppets, I meet up again with Lynette and we head to Vaquera, which is an outdoor show. A guy with a large hat blocks my view, so I scale a wall to watch. Fashion gals Lauren Caruso and Alyssa Coscarelli film the Donald Trump Make Halloween Great Again Halloween Moon shirt But I will love this scenario, capturing the “Dsquared2” on the back of the shirt. When I post it on Instagram, writer and editor Ray Siegel comments, “All I see here is a brave soul who is out there making Dsquared2 chic.” I’ll take it. Camille Cottin hurries into the café, crunching on a nibbled-down apple core. It’s early summer in Paris: windy, wet. Cottin shakes off her umbrella, takes one last bite of the apple, and, flying breakfast finished, orders a double espresso at the bar before settling in at a window table. The Art Deco façade of the Folies Bergère glints behind her, infusing the clattering breakfast hour with a reminder of the intimate, tangled world of the French entertainment industry, against which Call My Agent!—the Netflix comedy-drama in which Cottin stars as the truehearted talent agent Andréa Martel—is set. Cottin, a lifelong theater rat, lives in the neighborhood. She was up late the night before, watching France fall to Switzerland on penalty kicks in the Euro championship. “It’s just crazy,” she says, a little mournfully. “What happened?”