Fleur Devos

Twelve looks photographed between the shows — where the real runway happens on the cobblestones.

Five silhouettes that survive dinner, dancing and the bicycle ride home.

The only three rules I actually follow — and the one I break every December.

What I'm carrying over, what I'm letting go, and the coat I refuse to discuss.

A love letter to the fabric that never asks anything of you.

Why the emptiest room in the house became everyone's favourite.

Learned the hard way, documented so you don't have to.

The five-item desk: everything else went in a drawer and stayed there.

The pineapple is innocent. Most of the rules are not.