As you probably know, twice a year the fashion world gathers in Paris for Fashion Week. Usually, I am aware it’s Fashion Week, and then I yawn and say, “wow- Fashion Week is over and I didn’t see any signs of it”. But yesterday I decided to see what it was all about. Of course I didn’t have a coveted invitation to any of the fashion shows, so I stood outside the venues and looked for people who were famous, might be famous, or just wanted to be famous (there were lots of those).
First, I arrived at Trocadero at 9:30 in the morning, which was way early for the Sacai show which began at 11:00. No, I have no idea who Sacai is, but it was the first show of the day with a publicized venue. The Stella McCartney show (9:30) would have been better, but one had to have an invitation in order to know where the show was being held. So there I was at Trocadero, which is just across from the Eiffel Tower, early on a cold morning.
Very gradually, people in funky outfits began showing up. Most had the white envelope required for admission; others were there just to be seen and to see who else showed up.
Next I took the metro to the Grand Palais, where a crowd was already gathering for the 12:00 Leonard show.
The only sort-of famous people whom I half-way recognized were these two.
With the help of friends, I now know that he is French designer Jean-Claude Jitrois and she is American actress Sarah Marshall. Would any of you have known that?
I couldn’t have been that close to the Tuileries and not visited them, so I walked on down the Champs-Elysees to the gardens and ate a sandwich in the sun.
Then I went home and rested my dogs for a half-hour before heading for Parc Monceau and later to a cocktail party with more fashionistas and one very famous and beautiful French woman. But more on that later.