I feel bad even mentioning this, but Sofia Coppola was at the Bon Marché yesterday at 5pm, looking at shoes with a petite blond woman and a teenage American girl.
First I saw her around the Isabel Marant stand, we locked eyes (it's weird to have the moment you notice a famous person also be the moment you lock eyes with them), and then she made her way to the shoe department and so did I. What? I was going there anyway!
Okay, I followed her.
I feel gross. Yes. But probably not as gross as I should.
Here’s the thing: I have seen her from far away at fashion shows, but that doesn’t count as one is expecting the person to be there. I’ve been waiting a long time to see her out in Paris, where’s she’s lived for a couple of years now. Please just let me be creepy this one time.
I guess the longing when you see a celebrity in the flesh is to debunk some myth about them or come away with an idea of what they’re really like: She was obnoxious to the sales lady! Her hair was stringy! (I should say that me? Totally guilty: There really was solid food in Hedi Slimane's basket!) But Sofia moved delicately and listened with interest to her two companions. She was wearing jeans, a black sweater, and black suede moccasins. Carrying a giant brown APC shopping bag. In other words she was simple and lightboned and so unassuming that only one other person in the shoe department, a university-aged girl wearing Chanel ballet flats and heavy black eyeliner, even took notice. (I could tell she took notice from the rapid texting.)
I’m sure that you’re wondering how I know that others weren’t taking notice, especially since I myself was faking. Okay, but I’ve worked retail before and when a famous person comes in you can just tell – the heat in the room rises. People stand up straighter. They move like they’re actors pretending to shop. But in this case, I swear, no one even noticed her.
I know this whole post sounds 100% C-R-A-Z-Y-G-I-R-L, but there are so few celebrities I feel this way about that Sofia is worth it.