Wednesday, March 1st
Well, Jean Paul Gaultier did not disappoint yesterday. With an eerie “Sleepy Hollow” vibe, models showed beautifully voluminous coats and lush velvet dresses synonymous with JPG. The spotlight however, went to the dogs. Literally! Models had the challenge of strutting their stuff with some furry friends in tow. From poodles in corsets to a mysterious white owl.
Running across town I just barely made it to Issey Miyake – Paris rush hour can be quite a ride. After that it was off to Costume National at the Musee de L’Homme. The show was nice – nobody does a fitted silhouette like Enio at CN – but what took my breath away was the view of the Eiffel tower from that building. Just before the flashy light show came on and just when the sky was the perfect shade of indigo blue – a colour I’m now feeling inspired to wear this winter instead of black. A sight to be seen.
This first day of March I jetted off to Paco Rabanne. Now at the helm of industry darling Patrick Robinson. It was a fabulous show. On only his third season, he’s really come into his own at the legendry label. His wife Virginia, Market Director at fashion bible Vogue, was in the audience along with the rest of the Vogue masthead. I wonder what it’s like for her to watch her husband’s show along with her colleagues, who happen to be the most critical audience in fashion? What if they don’t like it?
I just had tea and chocolate soufflé with Dries Van Noten! Well, not really with him, but rather at his show, where they served the delicious treats. A personal favourite of mine, I always look forward to the Dries Van Noten show. A large velvet curtain was lifted to reveal a runway of gold; literally, the result was a stunning backdrop to beautiful clothes – great coats with bow details, loosely constructed pant suits and a few signature Dries Van Noten prints.
After that I rushed to the Rochas show at the Espace Ephemère Tuileries. Olivier Thyskens presented an impeccable collection of refined pant suits and dresses. His inspiration was chimney sweeps, which was obvious in the grey and black sooty colour palette.
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