Beyond Boston Chic

 

Honey and I are quite outgoing. Give us strangers and we can very quickly engage them in conversation.  While he can go from zero to sixty in no time at all, sometimes, I need to warm up a bit before engaging with the world.

Last week, we walked all over Paris before plopping ourselves down at a café in Place du Marché St. Honoré.  Minutes later up rolls Rachel Zoe’s husband pushing a stroller with the cutest baby I’ve seen in a long time.  Not too long after, Ms. Zoe herself walks to the café.

I nudged Honey to point out Ms. Zoe.  “You should go say hi,” he says.

“I can’t do that!” I stuttered.

“Why not?  You’re both American; you love fashion.  See, already you have a lot in common.”

And I respond, “Nooooo! I just can’t go up to her.”

“Don’t be a sookie-baby.”  By calling me a sookie-baby (Australian for big baby), he had put forth a challenge. And of course, I introduced myself to Ms. Zoe.  And wouldn’t you know it, the earth didn’t swallow me up nor did the universe contract onto itself.  Ms. Zoe was perfectly gracious, thanked me for introducing myself to her and then wished me a pleasant stay in Paris.  Not hard at all…

After saying hello to Ms. Zoe, we decided to head home.  On our way to the Concorde metro via Rue St. Honore, we pass a gentleman on his cell phone.

A few yards later, I nudged Honey in the ribs.  “OMG, Babe.  That was the Scott Schuman!”

“Who?”

Honey had a blank look on his face.  “The Sartorialist.  You know, the blogger and photographer.”

“Oh, well, you should go say hi.  You’re a blogger and photographer like him.  See, you have something in common.”

Again, I stuttered.  “I can’t say hi to him?!  Are you joking?”

At this point, Honey stopped in his tracks so suddenly that I’m several steps ahead of him before I noticed.  He glanced at me with a very serious look on his face.  “Tini, go say hi or I’ll scream in the middle of this very street.”

I don’t know many things.  For example, why do raindrops seem to be the same size when they hit your windshield window?  Why is the horizon always at eye level no matter where you are?  My husband however, I know well.  And I know when he means business.  So, that day, I didn’t do anything other than give him a look of my own, before turning to walk towards Mr. Schuman.  And then we walked right past him.

“I thought you were going to say hello,” Honey said.

“I know,” I responded.  “I’m working up to it.  Let’s cross the street and stalk him from over yonder.”

As we crossed the street, another blogger/photographer joined Mr. Schuman.  Again, I nudged Honey.  “OMG, that’s Garance Doré!”

“Who?”

“She’s a blogger too, but I’m not saying hi no matter what you say.”

“Sookie-baby!”

At this point, we were standing several feet apart.  Slowly I started inching away while Honey inched backwards towards the Sartorialist and Garance Doré.

“Tini, come with me.”

I knew he was going to do something mad.  And sure enough, he crossed the street straight for them.  And me, I proceeded to walk in the opposite direction.

When Honey retells this story he says I ran away like a sookie.  I however, would prefer to say that I took long and fast steps to increase the distance between us as fast as I could, a la Olympic Power Walking style.

And so that’s how it came to be that I did not meet Garance nor the Sartorialist. Honey however, did.  Now, whenever he sees the Sartorialist in person or sees a photo of him, he says, “There goes me mate, Scott.

When we went to see Chloé, he saw Bill Cunningham.  As I am waiting for the show to start, I get an SMS “Bill’s me mate too”.  Apparently, he spoke to Mr. Cunningham!

As we were walking away from the show we see Carine Roitfeld.  When I nudged Honey to point her out.  You can only guess what Honey said.

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