garance doré

Never trust appearances…

As the days get shorter, as I get a cold, as it rains and the temperature lowers, I take it all as a sign. It’s a sign that the moment I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived… !

Time to wrap myself up in plaid, make myself a good cup of tea, and plunge into a TV show. And if it all possible, the most regressive, the most immoral, the most insufferable, the most fashionable, the most delicious show on television: Gossip Girl.

Voilà, that’s how I spent my entire weekend in a limo on the Upper East Side with Blair, Serena and Chuck.

And then at another moment in time, as you don’t want to get too zombie-eyed, I decided to stick my head outside for a bit and have a coffee with my friend Eleonora.

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Barcelona always makes me euphoric*. It’s got to be the mediterranean sun, the weather, the architecture**… Every time I’m there, I spend hours just walking, eyes in the sky and a blissfully large smile***. Of course, it’s got something to do with the people.

Picture this:

I ran into Alexandra and right away, fell in love with her jean shirt and took her picture.

Then we were off to go have a coffee, and get this, in the middle of the café, she pulls off her jean shirt**** and she says it would be her pleasure to give it to me. And well, I said yes!

And now, as I’m writing you, I’m at my apartment in Paris, looking through my pictures from Barcelona (I’m warning you, you’re missing out on my terrible architecture photos, and my amazing pictures of food, and don’t even ask for ‘em because I’ll publish them!!!*****) and I’m wearing Alexandra’s shirt and telling myself that this is the last time I go 10 years without going to Barcelona.

This town is like its people: a true gem!

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You remember the day I talked to you about “fade-it like Daphné*?”

And so there you have it. It’s awesome, right? Too awesome.

So, my hair, it thought it was more or less cool.

OMFG! It’s all dried out! When I put my hands through my hair it stays in my hair!!! I went to Kiehls yesterday and bought a gallon of coconut conditioner and a family sized jar of the OLIVE OIL mask** and I decided I needed to get it cut right away.***

Moral of the story:”fade-it like Daphné” unfortunately, will stay just Daphné’s. Yarrr, Garance, you think you can just copy someone’s style like that? That it would be so easy? Okay, one more time, remember these words, “There’s no copying awesomeness… or attractiveness.****”

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I just back from a tiny little stint in London and… Aaaahhh, I’ve got three things to tell you about, and none of them have anything to do with the others. Ok for you? Cool.

#1: Michelle.

Michelle is a lawyer and photographer. But during the week, she is surely a lawyer. I always forget how lucky I am to work in fashion: I get to dress exactly how I want. For Michelle, it’s not at all the same. She’s gotta be chic and respected at the same time while still respecting dress codes that’ll drive you crazy. But she works it out really well. Like take this year, she invested in this three piece suit by Sportmax. It’s pretty… Professional, yet still has an attitude*.

#2: Gloria.

Gloria is the fashion director of Teen Vogue and she dresses exactly the way she wants, but it’s really easy when you work in fashion to only wear frouffy clothes. But Gloria always knows how to find the perfect balance between cheap & chic. The shoes are from TopShop… and even WORSE for a fashionista, they’re from last year! Ooooooh man, rebel without a cause! Belle and rebel**!

#3: Hedi

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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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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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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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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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Leather, it’s the best thing you can find to add some provocation to a little dress.

Let your leather get a tad worn, toss in some bare legs, some studs, any and all other biker elements that you can find, the smile of an angel just to show you’re still a sensitive woman, and you’re the fashion top-of-the-pops rock team heaven of the cool way up top way up high in the stars with Kate Moss, Eric Wasson, and… hmm… Vanessa Traina, yep, even her.

Oh man, said like that, I’m getting some inspiration!  I’m heading out, I’m going to rev up the engine on my bicycle.

Big hugs, Bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan