When I tell people that I travel 10 months of the year and live in Paris, they think I’m rich. I’m not rich. Or they ask me how I can afford it. And honestly, not always in the nicest way. This is the crazy thing to me: Nobody ever asked how I could afford it when I was living in New York City, spending a small fortune on my apartment, and buying the sort of wardrobe I needed to work at a fashion magazine (read: $$$$).