It’s almost impossible for me to believe that fashion month, those glorious four weeks that begin in New York and end in Paris and set all the trends for the following season, have come to an end. (And I’m not saying that just because I’m swathed in a mosquito net in the middle of Thailand right now. More on that later.) The collections ended in Paris on Wednesday. And they ended on a high note. There were fabulous shows (Valentino’s romantic black leather comes to mind, as does the extravaganza that was the Louis Vuitton presentation), and fabulous parties (Dasha Zhukova held a small, sweet launch for the second issue of Garage magazine, Kanye West had go-karts to fete his sophomore fashion effort). But before we get into all the trends that we should be thinking about next fall — think pink, winter white, black leather, and so on — I’m going to take a few minutes to look back at the fun moments I had in Paris.
First, a little video of Alicia Keys tribute to Riccardo Tisci at the Givenchy afterparty.
The glamorous girls with Giambattisti Valli at his Moncler dinner at Caviar Kaspia. When dinner ended, they cleared the tables and brought out a DJ. The elegant dinner went from VIP rave faster than I could blink and eye!
Sarah Jessica Parker, who looked really lovely, even up close, backstage before the Louis Vuitton show
Nicky Hilton on the patio of the Paris Ritz, which caught fire just after the Paris fashion week festivities. (Thank goodness. Where else would the rich people have eaten?)
Arizona Muse and Cara Delevingne at the Garage magazine party
Alicia Keys with Riccardo Tisci at the Givenchy after party
Natalia Vodianova at the Bristol Hotel for a birthday party celebrating her 30th
Karlie Kloss, who was my most frequent date and quite possibly my favorite person in Paris, flanked by Jonathan Saunders and Craig McDean at Natalia’s birthday
The lovely and amazing Lauren Santo Domingo with Eugenie Niarchos at a party Santo Domingo hosted at home for her website, Moda Operandi, and the British Fashion Council
Lily Donaldson and my St. Louis sister Karlie Kloss
Me with Carine Roitfeld at the party for Garage magazine. I’m looking forward to Carine’s magazine’s party one day too!
Two of the chicest women I have ever met, who just happen to be related: The seminal romance novelist Danielle Steele, with her daughter Samantha Traina
Glee’s Dianna Agron on the set of the Louis Vuitton show’s train
The King of Paris: Marc Jacobs. Here is the designer amidst the media blitz that followed his fabulous Louis Vuitton show on the morning of the last day of Paris fashion week
The living legend Jean Paul Goude, who has one of the most fantastic and inspirational exhibits currently at the Louvre. If you’re in Paris, go see it today!
Three of the chicest women in Paris, with one of the nicest young men: Bianca Brandolini, Nina Flohr, Dasha Zhukova and Theo Wenner
Fashion’s favorite footballer, Hide Nakata, with Balmain’s wonderboy designer, Olivier Rousteing
Two of my favorite dance partners on Planet Earth (who aren’t so hard on the eyes either): Joan Smalls and Lily Donaldson
The lovely Liya Kebede and W magazine’s Edward Enninful
The #PFW version of Who Wore It Better? Leigh Lezark and Anna Dello Russo in matching Givenchy looks at Riccardo’s party
Me with a fellow Midwestern friend RJ King and the absolutely dashing Dasha Zhukova. Until next season!
NOTE; This is not a Christmas carol. This is not a family song either. It should only be listened by those with an open mind to ethnic subversive pop music with graphic language. So, there, you’ve been warned.
Perhaps it’s because fashion people find it so innately enjoyable to tell their coworkers, the people they spend all day and all night with on this month-long circus that is the collections, “Imma take that bitch to college / I’m gonna give that bitch some knowledge.” We do, after all, love to tell people what to wear, how to act, and what’s in and what’s out every season. Regardless, this has officially the song that has been in my head since it debuted on the Rick Owens catwalk yesterday. And it’s spread like wildfire: It’s the anthem in the Harper’s Bazaar car, the V magazine team knows every single word, Vogue Japan’s Anna Dello Russo just likes saying the word “bitch” over and over again, and W magazine’s Edward Enninful will sing it to complete strangers. (He’s good like that.) So, happy listening, kids.
It’s what everyone is talking about at Paris fashion week: What are we going to do when the Ritz closes for two years for renovation? OK, well, not everyone. Mainly just really senior editors with fancy pants expense accounts. I think I’ll manage just fine when the Ritz closes. Nonetheless, I will give it the hotel for knowing how to do decadence. Here’s a chocolate shoe they sent a friend of mine. Finally, some female footwear I can get into.
It’s that time: Paris fashion week packing time. It’s an organizational feat I dread, but one that I have gotten particularly skilled at over the years. Behold, my beloved electronics case:
So, what have we got in here? Let’s start with that big black thing on the bottom left, and work our way around.
- The black round-shaped thingie was originally intended to be a makeup bag, I believe. I found it when I was working at Vogue (so we’re talking mid 2000′s here, people) and it has proven to be the most valuable organizational device I own. Sturdy, zippable, reliable, and sheer so that you can see what’s in it without having to open it. It will house the rest of the contents on this page.
- Camera lens cleaner. By all means and all accounts, and I’m an amateur photographer. But a clean lens is vital.
- Computer charger.
- This is my newest fashion week electronic addition: The Samsung Galaxy Note. It has a huge screen and fabulous features, my favorite of which is the Doodles program. (Did you see my New York Fashion Week and London Fashion Week doodles?)
- Chapstick. Very important in these chilly times. Especially when you talk as much as I do.
- My camera of choice: The Canon S95. I have a few cameras, but this is the smallest and sleekest for stealth fashion week reporting. I’m saving up for the S100. Maybe next season.
- Camera battery charger.
- Two batteries for my voice recorder.
- Matches from the Chateau Marmont. (Whenever I think of matches I think of the last scene in the Fifth Element. Anybody else with me?)
- The iPod, full of embarrassing and cheesy Top 40 music. As I’ve already said on this blog, don’t judge me for my musical tastes.
- iPod charger.
- Samsung Galaxy Note charger.
- David Yurman watch, which was a gift from David’s son Evan, who is my oldest friend in New York. (We met when we were both at NYU and he was flirting unsuccessfully with a girl in a photo class. Thankfully, she turned out to be a lesbian.)
- Portable speakers. These are called the X-mini, and I bought them at the MOMA store in Soho. They pack some mean sound for being so tiny, and they charge off the same cord that reads my camera’s memory card.
- Camera cord.
- AC plug so that I can hook my iPod with the aforementioned cheesy music directly into our car when we’re in Paris.
- Handheld voice recorder for last minute, on-the-go interviews. Very old school, no?
- Two converters. I come prepared. Let’s do this, #PFW!
Yes, the Very Classy book tour continues. After stops all over the great US of A, I took my Very Classy mission North. Specifically, me and my partner in crime Leigh Lezark headed up to Vancouver. It was a quick trip, but it was well worth it: In our 48 or so hours of Candaian adventure we did an informative driving tour of the city, a picturesque gondola ride up to Grouse Mountain, and a terrifying skip through the Capilano suspension bridge in a national park. And oh yeah, we headed to the Hudson Bay Company (the oldest retail post in North America) for a swanky cocktail party in my honor at The Room. Above is a video of our hijinks, and below are some of my favorite pictures of our fleeting moments with our Northern neighbors. We loved you, Vancouver.
A broody shot of my beloved jacket overlooking the harbor:
Leigh getting extremely involved at my book party at The Room:
The view from the top of Grouse Mountain:
The view from below the canopy at the base of the Capilano Suspension Bridge:
Some fabulous (and just a little narcissistic) decorations at The Room:
Leigh on the bridge:
Hanging out (and terrifying myself) on the suspension bridge:
The beautiful Canadian sunset: