Garance Doré

Chez Sonia

“For the last ten years, I’ve been thinking that it’ll all come to an end tomorrow. Everyone will see that I really don’t know anynothing. I always thought that in the end, someone would find me out.

Sonia Rykiel. In the little colorful world of style, she makes up part of the people that I dream of meeting. She represents the idea of the free woman, creative and generous. And these few words, this light oddity, that hushed shyness makes her incredibly mysterious.

I’m at JFK, waiting for my plane to take me to London, and I remember the last day of August that I spent in Sonia’s company. It started like this, “Hello Garance, we want to create mix of your vision and Sonia Rykiel’s…”

Give my vision to the new collection, go to the showroom, try everything on? I didn’t hesitate a second. And like a spoiled child, I asked, “So Sonia, she’ll be there too?”

A few days later, I had my response. She’d be there.  YIPPPPEEEEEEE! Uh oh, stress time.

What did I get myself into? And what if Sonia thinks I’m an idiot? What if she hates all the outfits I come up with? And what if nothing catches on? And what if… And what if…

For moments of intense stress like that, I’ve only found one viable solution: don’t think about it until the last possible minute. In truth, that only works so well… So I’ve got another solution:

Surround myself.

So we left with Claire and Jade, who were helping me with the photos and styling, and the beautiful Diane. With my little entourage, I felt some confidence right away. We got everything ready all the way down to the chocolate in case I start to faint. And on top of that, whenever I have an entourage with me, I always feel more responsible. And when you’re responsible, you can’t freak out. Au contraire! You’ve got to reassure everyone around you.

So I arrived at Saint Germain des Prés, at Sonia’s, with a lot of faith in myself…  I’d totally been doing some mirror mantra work.

When she arrived at the studio, for a second there, time was suspended. Fragile and energetic at the same time, she took her place among us and starting in talking. She talked to us like she knew us, looked at the clothes, touched them, took a little twirl.

I showed her the first outfit. She lifted an eyebrow, took her hand to Diane’s low neck-line, and undid another button. It cracked me up. Then Natalie, her daughter, got there, and then Salomé, her grand-daughter, who was taking photos of everything she saw. A joyful mess of people, a little like the runway shows.

And then we talked about pompons, and she read us poetry, and then the creative teams came in to add to everything, and you saw her passionatly work on her new collection.

Diane, Jade, Claire and me were so emotional. We ate all the chocolate.

Right when we were getting ready to say goodbye, I took her by the hands to say thank you, and she said to me simply, “Come back whenever you like.”

Yep, There you go. Excuse me. Coming through, I’m Sonia’s new BFF. Yep, one second more she would have given me her direct line and had me over for tea. I’m telling you, it’s true.

In other news, these diamond Creepers, what do you guys think? The ones that Diane is wearing in the first picture… aren’t they terrific? Oddly wonderful? You think I’d be into them? Combine them with the return to flats, it makes sense, am I right? Just to be chic and practical during fashion week? Am I right? I think I want ‘em.

Heeellllllloooooo, Soniaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

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All of the looks and a whole bunch of other pictures will be published on the blog Rykielles for the next three weeks, but there is a lot of other cool stuff to check out there, the archives, news, videos, and a lovely mystery lesson.

Translation : Tim Sullivan

Peace & Love

Pamela Love is a New Yorker. I don’t know a whole lot about her, except for the fact the she lives in Brooklyn, where I saw her riding her bike, that girls scream when they see her jewelry, and that everybody really wants me to meet her.

I wanted to make a quick visit to her presentation before meeting a friend for dinner. Everything was so crazy and super trendy that I almost stopped right there, but I decided to brave it and check out Pamela’s creations.

In a tiny room, little tents were put up. Inside each one, the jewelry was presented like in a cabinet of curiosities. Each one seemed to have its own story. In front, some hairy hippi kids I mistook for Devendra Banhart like four times, were playing in an awesomely messy music space. Some of Pamela’s other friends had some stuff up as well, some drawings, jewelry… Actually, it was total peace and love.

Simply awesome.

So here’s what I learned at Pamela Love’s presentation :

- Creating an atmosphere is an art. I don’t know how much time it took to put everything together and make all the little scenes, but the result of it all was just too cool.

- Olivier Zahm gets out of bed at 8 p.m. This guy is simply fascinating. Oh, and I love his watch.

- A simple presentation can be a party. As long as it makes people happy and brings them together, it’ll give a feeling… And then you’ll always come back to the jewelry.

- Genevieve Jones was a little afraid her top looks too much like a drape, and that gave her a good laugh. This is a Viktor & Rolf top. I remember that collection was weird, in a way. But it totally goes with the atmosphere, am I right?

- This I already knew: You can never have too many people at a party. Sometimes it gets way too hot, but you can never have too many people. Come on Monday 5PM to drink some champagne with me in London.

- If you don’t know what to wear to a party, don’t hesitate to go fishing in a friend’s closet, especially when that friend is Pamela Love.

- If you look super cute, quietly having a drink with friends and then suddenly a Garance comes and tells you to pretend like you’re reading a book on a big chair just because she thinks it a great idea, you have every right to say no. But you also have every right to think the concept is wonderful and, like Sarah, cry out : awesome!

- There is a real science that exists today of the torn-up t-shirt.

- Having a dog that looks like a wet Gremlin can bring out some of your prodigious beauty.

- It’s awesome to surround yourself. Surround yourself with people you love, you admire and share. Pamela isn’t afraid that her friends’ creations will over shadow her own, nor to create some synergies, and to mix everything together. So even if I still don’t really know her, I already really like Pamela.

And with that, I’m off to bed. Big hugs! Bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

Sports Illustrated

HOW DO PEOPLE DO IT? HOW DO YOU SURVIVE A FASHION WEEK?

By that I mean, how do the serious people do it, the people who start with the shows at 9:00 am, setting up rendez-vous in between to plan their next shoots, somehow able to find time to write an article or two, and then on top of that, get themselves ready for the night show and the after-party.

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Snip! Snap! Fashion attack!

A wonderful fashion week, it’s like spending a night in a candy shop. Suddenly everything is beautiful, everything is shiny, brilliant colors, people are smiling and… well, it’s irresistible. You totally want to photograph everything.

I keep wanting to take photos of the crazy stuff I hear as well. So many bizarre-o things gets said during fashion weeks.

“Tell me, how’s my hair? Does my hair look editorial? Or just dirty?”

“If my chauffeur isn’t here in 2mn, I’m running to Jeffrey’s to buy some shoes.”

Rah, I feel like I’m living with the script-writers for Gossip Girl. It’s amazing.

Other then that, Garance Doré Studios just got a new memo. There’s a new trend: LEGS. At the Derek Lam show a few hours ago, shorts were transformed into panties, and night-gowns were closer to being really frilly yet sophisticated swimsuits. The idea was this: forget to wear the bottom. Yep yep! Look at Taylor right above. How AWESOME is that trend? And guess what, I went ahead and gave myself to it today. After all, someone needs to donate their body to science.

So I experimented with onlookers’ expressions for you.

When I realized that I have the most elegant pose when I’m shooting…

OH MAN. SHE’S CRAZY!!! That’s what everyone seemed to be saying when they saw me. Yep, I had on a jacket, okay good, a little oversized, with a rather short romper… And everyone had the impression I was wearing nothing underneath.  I’m telling you, idea of the century.

Voilà, there’s fashion week for you, it’s a wonderful time where everything is beautiful, everything shiny, and anything goes. A wonderfully joyful time, I love it! I love it. I love it. I love it until the indigestion sets in about a month from now.

In the meantime, show off those legs! You’ll get to hear stuff like this:

“Hey, Garance, you nut! I didn’t even recognize you, and then I recognized your legs!” (Hmmm… Thanks. I’ve got a face too.)

“Hey, Garance! You ok? You forget your pants? (Hmmm… A decent attempt. A little too easy, but a decent attempt.)(I’m really not into it.)(Pffff! what do I care?)

“Hey, Garance! I just totally fell in love with your knees.”

And there you have it! I’m telling you, we’re in for one crazy month! Okay I promise… Today, putting my pants back on. Ha! Big hugs!

And here’s a few photos from the Derek Lam show after the jump, just to prove to you that…

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It’s up!

Wow. I am so happy. I’m at the airport drinking some tea and watching the sun set. I’m so exhausted that a little bit ago when I got to terminal 3, I starting crying seeing the sun caress the facade of a Holiday Inn. Seriously, it was beautiful. Yeah, ok, Oh man.

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Hello Sunshine!

Welcome to London, center of the tropics. Get out the fans. It is splendid outside. SPLENDID!

Yep, splendid weather. Especially for everyone else.* Because I spent all day inside my exhibition space, where I spend most of my days sketching on the walls and drinking lattes. The rest of the time, I’m talking about the balance of colors* with Bob, my printer. And then sometimes, I sneak off to go see my friends and have a coffee.**

Yesterday, I gave myself an hour to go see Yasmin. I simply loved her outfit, her awesome accessories (The sunglasses! The surfboard around her neck! The Bracelets! The to-die-for Acne heels!) I don’t know how she’s able to stay so completely herself and so completely fashionable all while being so completely against the grain. I just don’t know! I don’t know. But then, I thought about it,*** and it has to be something celestial. And then I remembered this photo…

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Nuit Blanche

This morning at 4:30 a.m.*, while you were all sleeping **, I was sitting in front of my suitcase, posed in a perfect Thinker by Rodin, but in leopard print boy-shorts and with a cup of coffee in hand.

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The Sartorialist

It was a good three years ago now. Like everyday, I was looking at his photos. I’d never met him. That day though, looking at one of the shots, I wanted to be behind his shoulder.

He communicated something about fashion that no one had to me before. For me, his photos were like a dream made out of reality. With him, fashion was an affair of grace and moment, then with something hidden in the bright light, the gaze of a child.

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Garance Doré

I began my blog in June, 2006. I was an illustrator and growing frustrated – with the type of work I was getting, yes, but mostly frustrated because I wasn’t really connecting with the readers of the magazines I was working for. I wanted to do something a little more free, more spontaneous. I had ...

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