“Ten years ago I was a young, wide-eyed fashion editor at Flare magazine, in my hometown of Toronto.
My first time at the ready-to-wear shows in Paris was a very thrilling and overwhelming experience. I felt like I was thrown into the center of the universe;
anyone remotely interested in fashion [knows Paris] is ‘THE MECCA.’
One night, I took a taxi to the John Paul Gaultier show. I couldn’t speak much French, and I had a really rude taxi driver who decided that he was going to leave me wherever he stopped, so I was left to wander some weird Parisian streets in the middle of who knows where.
I was totally lost, it was raining, and the heel of my shoe broke.
I ended up missing the show because I had no idea where I was or where I was going. There were no iPhones back then; I couldn’t open the Maps app and find the directions.
It was the biggest ‘I can’t believe this is happening to me’ moment.
To this day, I still remember [the feeling of] being so young, naïve, and totally overcome with grief. If that were to happen now, I’d be like:
Okay, no big deal; just get on the Métro.
— as told to The Thick