Like most sane people with a solid grasp on reality, I hit the Annick Goutal boutique in Paris before I even had a place to stay (don't tell me I don't have my priorities in order). Lured by a pair of Goutal-designed earrings I'd seen in a magazine, I hit the gold-and-cream boutique off the rue de Rivoli (which should be re-named RUDE de Rivoli) to find a woman of un certain age, trying on the earrings and checking herself out in the mirror. I got this weeks later after the bag game started.
Annick Goutal - Paris, 1992
Like most sane people with a solid grasp on reality, I hit the Annick Goutal boutique in Paris before I even had a place to stay (don't tell me I don't have my priorities in order). Lured by a pair of Goutal-designed earrings I'd seen in a magazine, I hit the gold-and-cream boutique off the rue de Rivoli (which should be re-named RUDE de Rivoli) to find a woman of un certain age, trying on the earrings and checking herself out in the mirror. I got this weeks later after the bag game started.
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