It started off on the right foot: First night in Paris, dinner with Sophia Hesketh, Poppy Delevingne, Karlie Kloss and Cara Delevingne. Long story short: Not long after this picture was taken and a few more drinks consumed, we accosted Robert de Niro (“Bob, is that you!?”), who was staying in the same hotel. Turns out he was into being harassed by a few models and their weird guy friend.

That’s a wrap, fashion fans! Over and out! The jig is up! I’m writing this from the confines of my kitchen table, which I haven’t really spent much time at since early September, when the shows started in New York. (If you’re interested, take a peak at my posts from New York fashion week, the London collections and my very quick trip to Milan.) And while I’m sure I’ll miss some of the hubbub of the collections, it’s good to be home. Paris is a particularly draining city, and not just because the shows are more dramatic and the schedule much more packed. I also have zero to little will power when it comes to social engagements, of which there are many many, so in addition to bopping around shows and appointments, I pack a bunch of fun into the Paris collections too. Whether it’s trying to jump start a career as a DJ (which I already blogged about here), or it’s hightailing it to Carine Roitfeld’s black tie ball, it was a pretty jam packed week. Have a look!

Olivier Zahm and Kanye West at the Purple magazine dinner. Zahm, who founded the magazine, was celebrating two decades. Which meant that when they brought a birthday cake he made these really amusing gang signs.

Sky Ferreira and Givenchy’s Riccardo Tisci at the designer’s afterparty at L’Arc. The Givenchy show was one of my favorites, with a collection that morphed from soft blue ruffles into hardcore hardware on sheer chiffon. A bunch of us game from the Purple dinner to the party like a bunch of fashion banshees.

The legendary Bill Cunningham with Stephen Gan, the creative director of Harper’s Bazaar and the founder of Visionaire who owes his entire career to Cunningham. (The infamous story? He bought Gan a coffee and gave him a quarter to call up Details and ask for a job.) We bumped into Bill on a park bench outside of the Dior show, reading his paper and being completely content and adorable.

Bernice Bejo, the star of last year’s The Artist, coming out of the Louis Vuitton show. It was weird to hear her speak!

Giovanna Battaglia and Joan Smalls at the Givenchy afterparty. These are the two girls you want to see in a VIP area.

Dree Hemingway and Olivier Routsteing, the designer of Balmain, at a dinner for the label after the show. I loved Olivier’s collection because it was almost like a cartoon. The shoulders got bigger and brighter and more sparkly, which I didn’t think was even possible.

Fashion week clown car: After Chloe’s 60th anniversary party, cabs were scarce. So when Brian Atwood managed to find one, a bunch of us (including the Business of Fashion‘s Imran Amed, RJ King and Rachel Zoe’s partner in crime Joey Mallouf) all crammed in. I took the spacious front seat. Obviously.

Kim and Kanye who? Karl Lagerfeld and Harper’s Bazaar’s Kristina O’Neill was a much more impressive couple in Paris

My fellow bloggers! Elin Kling, my sister on the NowManifest network, and The Man Repeller‘s Leandra Medine, at Chloe’s 60th anniversary extravaganza

This is Jonathan Saunders posing in front of a new work from Cindy Sherman that debuted at the Paris branch of the Gagosian Gallery. OK, so I was convinced that Jonathan and Cindy looked alike and made him post for this picture. Does no one agree with me? Just a little bit?

Two of the most important ladies in Karl Lagerfeld’s life: The muse, Lady Amanda Harlech, and his sometimes stylist, Carine Roitfeld. We were visiting him in the new Chanel studio on the rue Cambon, which Karl had completely refurbished with silver floors and walls of glass over the smoothest chiffon. Also up there was the nicest, coolest bathroom I’d ever seen. Which one would expect from Karl.

Sweet sisters: Cara and Poppy Delevingne. Poppy was staying at a hotel I’d never heard of before, called the St. James Paris, and it was marvelous. She had a gate house room, which had leopard print carpets (always impressive) and a screening room. Turns out it’s one of Jean Paul Goude’s favorite hotels too.

Erin Wasson outside of the most amazing taxidermy shop in all of Paris, de Royelle.

Anja Rubik at the Balmain dinner. It was so dark in there, and because I shot this picture in black and white, it’s hard to tell that her Balmain outfit was really black and electric yellow. I think Anja is the sweetest little lady, even if her magazine, 25, is quite sexually provocative!

Do blondes have more fun? That was the question I tried to answer with Poppy, Cara, Sophia and Peter Dundas, and it turns out that even though she’s a raven haired DJ now, Leigh Lezark’s roots are light yellow.

Carine Roitfeld’s black tie ball was, as expected, pretty epic. The most memorable part for me, Karlie and Alexander Wang (here on the dance floor with Arizona Muse) was when, in the middle of the party, when Carine was to our left and Nicolas Ghesquiere was to our right, some random guy started spraying the room with a fire extinguisher. Umm, yeah, that happened. Karlie, Alex and I were covered in the stuff. Which is why we didn’t feel bad when the guy spraying the stuff was jumped on by some friend’s of Carine’s son and beat up and kicked out.

The unofficial fashion week mascot is Anna Dello Russo, another sister on the Nowmanifest blog platform and a woman who takes her job as a front row fixture extremely seriously. So seriously that H&M hired her to design her own line of affordable and inspired accessories. She had a tremendous party that involved dancers and her descending from the ceiling on a feathered thrown. It was hot and sticky but no one cared. And if you haven’t already, go watch her video Fashion Shower.

The happy family: Rachel Zoe with the two most important men in her life, husband Rodger and makeup artist Joey. Ha!

And last but not least, a little Russian lip service from me and Natalia Vodianova. I finally got some quality time with Natalia, sitting next to her at the Purple dinner and coming over to her house for dinner on the last night of #PFW. Her son Lucas is 10 now, which was traumatic for me because I can remember when she’s pregnant. But then again, fashion depends on the changing of the seasons, doesn’t it?