Paloma: Rue Traversière, Paris

Paris is the city of light, the global capital of the fashion industry and the birthplace of chic. What it often lacks in comparison to a city like London, is that youthful experimentation which pushes the style envelope. After walking the length and breadth of Paris yesterday (literally walking from 10am until 5pm), I have to admit I was disappointed. I saw only five people worthy of taking a photo. One of them was Paloma.

In Paris you rarely see bright colours or dyed hair so I could see Paloma from about four blocks away. Usually I'm not attracted to this Harajuku influenced style but anything that goes against the grain tends to capture my attention. As I took her photo, I heard some men shouting something along the lines of "Salut, c'est Lady Gaga!". Guessing that they weren't mistaking me for the singer, I wondered how much verbal abuse people like Paloma get in cities which aren't used to people breaking the style mold. I give major kudos to those who believe in their personal style and dress with such conviction.