If there is one show each season you can dress up so unapologetically over-the-top for, it’s Valentino. Truth be told, I had a second outfit that I had originally opted for, but last minute my assistant and I decided on the gown. ‘Cuz why not? It’s fashion week – which means anything flies – and I’m in Paris. The show was dramatic and magical as Pierpaolo-usual, and the weather even seemed to agree oscillating between sunshine and torrential downpour. There was something so darkly romantic about this day – the weather, the dress and motorcycle jacket combo. It reminded me of those ephemeral moments, so rarely caught on camera (or even published) when everything seems to be ‘wrong’, but is in fact perfection in disguise.