Waiting in the 10 minute queue to have a 3 course dinner at the oldest restaurant in Paris, Le Procope, I’m fresh from the shower, makeup-free. I am wearing an outfit from Switerland. The sunny jumpsuit is acquired from the Salvos and patent leather gladiators from Bern, mother-of-pearl bangle from Zurich flea market, vintage belt from Melbourne and cardigan from Country Road.
