Flashback to Fashion Week

Oh! I am so tired. Paris Fashion Week is exhausting – even for a lil nobody like me who only attended the smaller shows! However, the beauty, the excitement, the fast, international pace is so alluring and enticing that it inspires you to stay up at all hours to take it all in.

Everyone stays up til the wee hours of the morning and then wakes up early to enter the 9:30 a.m. shows. My own fashion week experience started off with Fatima Lopes, and ended with Anne Valerie Hash. Between the no name shows I attended, I spotted Alber Ebaz, Hamish Bowles and Irina Lazereau at Le Baron. I also hid from a scary editor I worked for in the Tuileries (no, she would not remember me, but I dunno… she might be pissed about the time I cluelessly walked into her Mariah Carey shoot!); went to the Thomas Wylde showroom with buyer Stacey Kosene, and watched Vivica A. Fox walk past me with Jay Alexander into the Christian Lacroix show.

It is virtually impossible to get into the big-name shows like Lacroix, Balenciaga, Chanel, Chloe, and even Stella McCartney without securing tickets beforehand. Believe me, I tried. My girlfriend made it sound so easy, saying all she had to do to get into Lacroix was ask people if they had extra tickets.. but that's not the case! Unless you have the guts to go up to some fabulous editor to ask for her extra tickets, you probably wont get in. I think my friend just got extremely lucky!

Even though I arrived an hour before the shows and sweet-talked with the bouncers (which normally always works in Paris), I still was unable to get into Lacroix or McCartney. However, there are still perks to hanging around the tents. You watch the stars come in, like Kanye with his sweet fiancé Alexis Phiffer at Stella McCartney, and, if you dress fashionable enough, you are photographed by the paparazzi.

I found it extremely amusing that the Japanese press loved my camel coat I had custom made in China and I slightly embarrassing when I had to explain that no… my shoes are not Loubotins…. Just err…. BCBG pumps! Haha whatever. The paparazzi thing was quite new to my girlfriend and I, but it was fun. And funny. I really got a kick when one journalist asked my friend… wait your wearing Diane Von…. Who? Poor thing had never heard of great Diane Von Furstenburg wrap dress and was quite lost amidst all the tents and glamorous women. But yet, so were half of the people outside the tents... including me.