On my way to the Chloe show I spotted a man wearing a cape. He was dark and mysterious and well, who can resist a man in a cape? Or a woman for that matter. He offered me the cape and I took it, almost greedily. Of course I kissed him twice on the cheek and went along my merry way. I marvelled at the cape. It was so sleek and smooth and ... black. It went perfectly well with my outfit, covering my olive dress like a dream, like the cape was made for me. I couldn't help but smirk at the photographers on my way into the show. Did they get given a cape today? Non. Just moi. Today was a good day.