In celebration of my 200th post, I thought that perhaps you should meet my P a r i s i a n alter ego. You met her here, stamping her Blahnik-clad feet, whining in her soft French accent about how much she wanted that tee. Quite the first impression, non? Her name is C o q u e t t e . A petite girl with dark locks cut in an edgy bob (much like Ashley Olsen’s longer version of the style), whose name is hardly misleading in telling a bit about herself. But petite is not synonymous to tiny—her curvy figure only adds to her coquettish-ness. She is never caught without sunnies, whether they be oversized Guccis or (her personal favorite) vintage Chanel rounds. That, and a new bag every week (this week happens to be a chocolate leather Hermès Birkin). Coquette’s wardrobe consists of plenty of Wolford tights, bandage minis and dresses, heels, boots, black, Yves Saint Laurent, and an enviable amount of denim. [You can’t tell I’m jealous, can you?] All of which compromise a great majority of her work-drobe as a fashion director in Vogue Paris. Anway. At the moment, we are both quite head over heels (no…