So after promising myself for years and years to visit Alaia's store (situated below his apartment) in Paris, I got there. I'm pretty sure my bank manager is composing a scathing letter to me as we speak but boy oh boy was it worth it. Any visitors must speak to Anne, a no nonsense shop assistant who will gladly tell you what you need in your life and what makes you look like you've spend the past month hoarding macaroons at La Duree.
