You can’t really say I’m passionate about politics. Of course, I will never miss a vote for a fashion show (I mean, as long as we don’t talk about haute couture), but I tend to be more interested in first ladies than presidents. Let’s just say that every time a state representative appears, I focus more on the haircut or the outfit than on the speech — a minister’s salary is not enough to buy allure.

By the way, another look that is hard to miss is the one that has been dressing our roundabouts for the past 12 weeks. The boulevards fill up, the cobblestones are ripped off. This is a serious time: we play May 68 all over again every Saturday, without the sublime Sonia Rykiel meshes that accompanied it….

Yellow vests, Red Scarves (both French civil movements, editor’s note), white and blue collar… In the end, I am only for one team: that of my bank account, which is as dry as a nun’s vagina. Whether you’re praying for the return of the wealth tax, or rejoicing since its removal, we all have one thing in common: no one likes to pay more. Then, where can we go shopping without losing your appartement? In the midst of the sales, which designer clothes are really worth it? In a world where appearance is becoming increasingly important, can we pretend to be rich?

And let everyone wear black, instead… At least it makes you look thinner. •

Hugh Hefner's and Donatella Versace's lovechild, I am the visible half of the duo behind ZACKARIUM. In love with fashion since I was in short pants, my mission is to guide you smoothly through the jungle of brands and catwalks.