Last night, at a party in honor of Francois Nars’ new book and the 15th Anniversary of Nars, I finally spoke to Daphne Guinness.

I’d been standing there staring at her Alexander McQueen shoes and her awe-inspiring beehive and barely looked away long enough to realize that Marc’s kilt is actually just a pair of shorts with a panel in front, a skort, if you will, when I just reached out and said, “Excuse me,” I had to know how much her shoes weighed.

“They’re quite light actually,” she answered.

“Is the top part hollow,” I asked.

“Hmm…I can’t be quite sure. They’re lighter than…um, lighter than…”

“The ones from the runway?”

“Oh no! These are the ones from the runway.”

“Right. Duh.”

“They’re less weighty than the Nina Ricci’s. Does that help?”

“Yes totally!” I thanked her, though of course I have no idea how much the Nina Ricci’s weigh and she’s actually the only person in the world who’s worn both shoes in real not-on-the-runway life. But you can’t help but worship a woman who measures her life in Ricci.