It was the ease of the look, the slight chic edge that was effortless. She was wearing a black leather jacket, I hesitiate to use the word bomber but it was of that vein. A navy v neck knit, a dark grey or black a-line skirt accessorised by black nails. It was simplicity and it was perfection. Except I realised that along with the fact concluded years ago that I wasn't Grace Kelly, I'm also not French. I'm also currently not as clever as Agnès but there is hope on that front.
Oh well c'est la vie!