Some Like It Haute
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- $12.99
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- $12.99
Publisher Description
A style and shoes-obsessed American girl with all the right press passes spends Fashion Week in Paris in a funny, charming tale reminiscent of Confessions of a Shopaholic.
Alexandra Simons, a fashion correspondent for The Weekly magazine, thought she would never live down her very public, very literal run-in with a six-foot model at the Chanel haute couture show in Paris. Things only start looking up when she attends an avant-garde show at a trendy new dive and finds both a love interest and perhaps the hottest new designer in town! But are things too good to be true? Though Nick Snow, an American consultant working in Paris, makes Alex feel like a supermodel, she gets the feeling that he’s hiding something from her. And Luis-Heinz, the Esperanto-speaking recluse of a fashion genius? He’s nowhere to be found. Following her big scoop— and her heart—Alex embarks on a wild goose chase through the streets of Paris that tests her definition of reality. In between playing detective and finding the perfect accessories for a stakeout, will our intrepid heroine finally get her story—and her man?
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Dam whisks the reader into a melee of runway drama, intrigue and snarkiness in her breathless, satiric debut, an air kiss to the fashion world. Alex Simons, former big-haired Texan, parlays her acquired fashion aper u into articles for a respected London weekly, jetting to Paris each year to report on fashion week fabulousness. She's even made an Excel spreadsheet to organize her outfits by day fantasy ensembles relayed in label-heavy detail. But she gets off on the wrong Louboutin-shod foot in a catwalk collision, landing front-and-center in the fashion media's hall of shame. But then she meets Nick Snow, the laid-back, khaki-clad American who thumbs his nose at the fashion world. Plus, her publicist friend has led her to the week's hottest scoop: a brilliant new designer, so shadowy he's vanished altogether. Will Alex surmount obstacles (some painfully contrived) to get the guy, the story and the shoes? Dam's swipes at the fashion world's myopia and absurdity (hors d'oeuvres laid out on reclining naked men) amuse when they don't feel shopworn. The plot hangs together by a thread, and the coquetry is forced ("I'm smart and shallow," Alex confides to Nick), but Dam has stitched a gossamer-light read with sumptuous material and gentle ribbing.
