I had a clear vision of how I wanted the photos of this outfit to look. I envisioned a cloudy day, a morning walk across what, in the early hours, would be the deserted pont Alexandre III. It was indeed grey when we woke up on our third morning in Paris and, satisfied that my vision would come to life, I got dressed and we made our way to the metro just a few steps from our hotel, not really noticing the forty kilometre winds until we were already on the bridge and my hat, my shoes, my dress... everything was blowing away. In retrospect, it seems funny that we persisted in trying to get the shots, but I was still so thrilled to have stumbled upon the Rodarte x & Other Stories collection in Berlin that I wanted to do my beautiful new silk dress justice. And because I am obstinate to a fault, I think we just might have made it work, had it not been for the torrential downpour that started just as the wind slowed down. We sprinted back as far as the Petit Palais, our H&M umbrella barely staying in one piece (never mind keeping us dry) and took shelter at the top of the steps while hoping, really hoping, that the storm would pass. It didn't. And since we had nothing else to do, we wound up taking photos in our small sheltered place, which, because we were in Paris, just happened to be in front of one of the most beautiful, opulent doors you will ever see. The Petit Palais is one of many little known Parisian curiosities, a big building built for the Expo in 1900 that served very little purpose after the event ended. It is now home to a free museum, which sometimes has very interesting exhibits, a cafe, a tropical garden and, of course, this stunning gold door that, in the end, made these photos even better than I imagined they would be.