Sometimes, when I’m in a style rut and bored of clothes, I worry that clothing will never excite me, ever again. I feel this way about songs too. I worry that all the good combination of musical notes have already been discovered and that there will never be any great songs ever again. And then of course a really great song comes along and all is right again. It happens like this with clothes too. And it’s been happening for the last few weeks with clothes + Celine Dion.

It’s only been a weekend since I posted about Celine. But Celine spent the weekend in Paris continuing to give us her daily fashion show. There was a black jacket with a studded collar paired with these obscenely tricked out silver boots. And an orange billowy asymmetrical, fall-off-the-shoulder blouse. And, my favourite, a muted gold bolero with puffy shoulders worn over a tacky pair of jeans. As you can see, the jeans gave Celine licence to go through the sunroof of her car, hitch her leg up on the roof of the car, so that she could give us some extra good pose. And hand gestures. And feelings. And I’m not sick of this. I’m not tired, it’s not enough, and I don’t think it will ever be enough. You’ll see, soon. When she leaves Paris, soon, you’ll see how much you miss this.