Here's how you spot a Parisian skier

Here's how you spot a Parisian skier (the female of the species):

Ski pants are tight and trendy enough to wear out clubbing, but somehow are appropriate / durable enough for a full day of skiing (or a full day of walking around in ski clothes pretending you're a skier)
Jacket is one of three brands: Moncler, Canada Goose or Fire + Ice. Of the super-shiny, puffy, down variety. Must include a ridiculously bushy fur-trimmed hood. And none of that fake shit.
If she wears a hat (which is unlikely), it must include one or both of the following: rhinestones, puffy fur thing on top
Super-long, carefully disheveled hair is nearly always worn down so that is streams behind said skier in the event that she does actually decide to take on a slope or two.
Designer sunnies are a must. Balenciaga or Dior are preferred.
Makeup is also usually worn. I have seen more eyeliner on the ski slopes than I would normally wear for a night out.
When not skiing, moon boots are generally worn.

Here's how you spot a live-in, traveling nanny (these are always female):

Sweatpants tucked into apres-ski boots because she didn't have time to put on real pants before chasing the children out of the house.
Grubby t-shirt, probably the one she slept in
A ski jacket if she had time to grab it on the way out
Possibly some sunglasses so she can actually see the kids amidst all the white (in this nanny's case, some white wayfarers. don't judge.)
Said nanny could also be trailing a bag full of toys, ski accessories for children (hoods, helmets, mittens, scarves), bottled water, sunscreen, cookies and applesauce. Trash may or may not be flying out of this bag as she goes.

Now, dear readers, please picture the look of disdain on Parisian Skier's face as Grubby Nanny goes sprinting past her trying to keep up with a toddler on skis. This is my life, people. Somehow, the cold shoulder has never felt so cold as it does here in the Alps.

At least I have fondue to keep me warm.