I was so saddened to hear the news of Hubert Givenchy's death earlier this week. It felt like the end of an era, one of the few remaining links to the golden age of French designers and the women they dressed now gone.
Having been in Paris for a few days, especially passing the other great fashion houses en route to pay homage to Monsieur Givenchy, I'm feeling this even more. The windows that once inspired gasps and awe now bought nothing except an appropriately French ennui. All the inspiration and joy I've found here has been in other store windows - food and flowers, not fashion.
What is happening to (or perhaps that should be in) the original fashion capital? I'm still pondering this but it felt eerily apt that the Givenchy logo by the shop door looked like a tombstone.