Galería de Jaclyn Taylor

Balmain just let out and I barely got this dress back up to my room before it came off. The night's still young — come keep me company?

Thursday afternoon and I'm still in the hotel robe from this morning, laptop balanced on one knee, the whole day spread out in front of me with nothing decided yet. The sun's hitting the sheets at that angle where everything looks softer than it should. Come tell me what I should get into today.

Squeezed an actual lunch onto a café terrace between shows and I'm guarding these twenty minutes of sitting down like they're front row seats. Tell me I've earned the pastry too.

Fully dressed for once and already out the door — Dior is the only thing on my mind and I actually like this look on me. Walk me there?

Opening day in Paris and I'm doing my makeup with half the look on, because priorities. The skirt won the argument and the top is still up for debate. Settle it for me?

Made it to Paris just as the lights came on and tomorrow the whole circus starts again. Suitcase still open, and the only thing I've decided on so far is that this shirt is staying on for now. Come help me pick what comes off first?

Gucci's party doesn't start until ten and I'm using every minute of the gap to become someone new. You'd tell me to hurry, wouldn't you?

Philipp Plein turned the volume up until I can feel the bass in my teeth, and I gave up my seat about twenty minutes ago. Sequins, sweat, and nowhere to hide in this crowd. Come find me in the dark?

Found the rooftop everyone's been whispering about and the wind just settled every argument about what to wear under this. The whole city is down there and I'm up here with almost nothing on. Come find me before someone else does.

Slipped away from Vogue World ten minutes ago and found a corner of the Galleria that's all mine. This dress was never meant to survive the whole night and it knows it. You'd come find me back here, wouldn't you?