Mayann Alguire is almost certain that her surname has, by way of her father, a French connection. But even if her father's bloodline has no links with the distant land of France, her sense of style is as sharp as any to be found on the streets of Paris, the world capital of fashion.

BOOTS by Steve Madden, $140 at Nordstrom (500 Pine St, 628-2111).

According to Alguire, her boots—which are cognac in color with a one-piece sole that widens at the heel—are very much in. Alguire explains: "They are part of the retro revival of style that's happening everywhere, particularly in sandals."

EARRINGS by Mayann Alguire.

Made from sterling silver and mother-of-pearl square chunks, the earrings cost nothing but her own labor and she has no intention of selling them or any other jewelry she crafts on her own free time.

CARDIGAN SWEATER by Tulle, $34 at Aprie (310 Broadway E, 324-1255).

The cardigan is made of wool and has delicious buttons. As everyone knows, buttons are what make or break a cardigan.

BELT, 10 euros, purchased in Barcelona, Spain (shop unknown).

"When I was in Barcelona," explains Alguire, "everyone was wearing belts that are thick and sit low on the hips, and I just had to bring one back home."

PANTS by Urban Outfitters, $65 at Urban Outfitters (401 Broadway Ave E, 322-1800).

The reason why Alguire bought and loves these charcoal-colored pants is the cut—straight legs and low waist. "They are a little more classic," she says, "and great to wear during spring in Seattle."

JACKET by Desigual, 175 euros at Desigual (Centro Comercial Diagonal Mar, Avenida Diagonal Mar 3, Local 2560, Barcelona, 011 34 93 304 31 64; Encanto Barcelona in Seattle, 1406 First Ave, 621-1941, carries items designed by Desigual).

Alguire bought the jacket during a trip she took to Spain to celebrate her 30th birthday. The reason she picked Spain to mark her transition from the freedoms of her 20s to the realities of her 30s, was to feast her eyes on the mad architecture of Antoni Gaudí. Alguire managed to visit and admire the Sagrada Familia, the Park Güell, the Casa Milà, and Casa Batlló. In the end, she was most impressed by the Sagrada Familia, a structure that seems to be made from the stuff of dreams rather than concrete and steel.

Gaudí was born in 1852 to a working-class family and studied architecture for five years at Escola Tècnica Superior d'Arquitectura in Barcelona. He officially became an architect in 1878 when he received his first commission—designing lampposts for a public plaza. It is safe to say that his career would have gone largely unnoticed (and many of his ideas would have never seen the light of day) had he not met and been supported by Count Eusebio de Güell. At the age of 31, he began a project that has yet to be completed, the Sagrada Familia Cathedral. Gaudí, however, knew that it wouldn't be completed in his lifetime and estimated the necessity of two centuries beyond his own death for the world to finally see the full expression of his madness.

The function of Gothic cathedrals was to represent the immensity of God—His entire physical and moral universe. Gaudí's Sagrada Familia picked up where the cathedrals of the Middle Ages left off. He imagined it to be the cathedral of the 20th century—a church that could stun a sinner out of the wonders of science and into a permanent hallucination of the wonders of Christianity. Like all of Gaudí's major works, the church has no straight lines. It's a thriving mess of mammals, reptiles, columns that grow like trees, sculptures of Jesus and his fever-mad followers—all of this rushing up to spires that can only be described as the terrifying erections of something utterly alien. And as if that weren't enough, the front entrance of the church looks like a vulva with a million little teeth.

Public transportation killed Gaudí. He was crossing a street when a tram hit him. For hours Gaudí suffered on the street without proper medical help because people passing by thought he was a penniless bum and not the man who designed the craziest fucking church in the world.