Sometimes I do a lot of useless things, like filling a washcloth with water, watching a Xavier Dolan film in search of emotions, or just thinking that these newsletters will one day find their way to Sweden to win a Nobel Prize.

The question is, have my writings had any effect on the well-being of mankind? If I take my cue from Joyce Carol Oates or Stephen King, to name but a few, the answer is undoubtedly yes. As I await the big day, I continue my missives in the hope that the Nobel Committee will finally open its eyes and devote itself to me.

Otherwise, beyond these few navel-gazing considerations, I hope you enjoy this start to a new collection and that it salves your heart because, as you'd expect, I've prepared it with a great deal of humor. A humor that's quick to embrace your heart, the better to steal it from you.

This season, the emphasis was on cheerfulness, whatever it took. I was approached by the Olympic Committee to put on the shoes of sportswomen and politicians for the opening and closing ceremonies. I gave them the green light because I love sport. I love to spend myself and the joys of endorphins. And just as I was about to give it my all to appear before the world, I decided to pull out and go play in my corner. I thought of you and your pleasure in wearing me as you would a forbidden accessory, a chic accessory reserved for the learned. I wanted to preserve this energy, this way of doing things, because I'm getting to know you and I know that this exclusivity of ours, I had to preserve it. So to hell with the spotlight, the chosen few, the telly, and the pages of decerebrate women's magazines, and hello to the "entre-nous", which is far tastier than a double-page spread in the next Elle, just behind Inès de la Fressange talking about her new diet, perfect for an inspiring vacation in Provence, surrounded by her maids. On that note, I leave you and give you my wholehearted embrace.

Yeah, it's a bit dated, but it's also one of Motown's most moving songs. I hope you'll enjoy it: