1. Mickey Rourke, sipping on a Diet Coke and being swarmed by the press. The Wrestler was really, really good and I’m so glad he got his career back, but I still don’t get why he keeps popping up at fashion events. Also, I wish he was still super hot—like 9 1/2 Weeks hot.

2. Kelly Rowland and Tinsley were like fast front row friends. What were they talking about? Beyoncé’s embarrassment over that idiotic Kanye incident? European royalty and how to marry a prince? Career advice?

3. Gold medal gymnast Nastia Liukin being awkwardly ignored by most of the media while fidgeting in her front row seat. Does our country really care more about the Tinz than a world class athlete? Not that I really care what Nastia has to say about clothes…but it’s still kind of a sad state of affairs.

4. Lucy Liu, who I hope will get a new project soon so that I can finally cleanse my palette of that hideous Cashmere Mafia. Because I used to really like Lucy Liu.

5. Lots of neutrals and black. Lots of cut-outs. Lots of slashes in dresses. Lots of skin showing in patches. Lots of reasons for me to motivate to get to Bikram.

As a veteran shopper, and of course being in the fashion industry, I had a vague notion of K. Jacques, only because some of my fave retailers—NAP and Matches—carry the shoe, or rather sandal, brand.

But having spent five days in the utterly gorgeous Port Grimaud (about 10 mins from St. Tropez), I can now say unequivocally that in this spot, K. Jacques rules. The line is a mainstay, much like cassis cocktails and Club 55.

A pair of K-Jacques is as important to fashionistas here as Louboutins are to Parisiennes and Nicholas Kirkwoods are to Londoners.