The most important thing in life is learning to adapt. For a long time, I’ve managed to spend my nights during fashion week writing, but now, I’m going to have so many things to do in the next 10 days that the best I can do is write directly onto my phone between runway shows in order to take you with me on my days.

So this is… A super experimental post, something like Twitter, just not in real time!
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Not once during the entire frantic month of September when I didn’t have a second to myself, did I have the chance to take care of my hands.

Not once during the frantic month of September when I didn’t have a second to myself, did I have the chance to call my friends.

Yesterday, I went to go get a new phone. I got one with a speaker-phone. And now, I can call all my friends. And while we’re talking about our lives, gossiping, railing against our men, experiencing ecstasy over Givenchy, while we cry and while we laugh, I can take care of all ten fingers and paint my nails red.

To take care of your friends… is to take care of yourself!

Big hugs les amis, bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

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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I see more and more girls letting their hair go naturally curly.

Aaaah. I love it.

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In an article I wrote recently for a magazine, I talked about some of the women whose style most inspires me. Among them, of course, was Giovanna. I talked about her incredible wardrobe, her eternal good humor and her tomboy side. Then off it went.

A few minutes later, I get an e-mail my editor, “Hmmm… Garance? When you say tomboy, what exactly are you trying to say?”

I look at the pictures of Giovanna I sent.  Ah.  Hmmm. Okay…

Yeah.

Heels, skirts, hairdos, accessories… As for her tomboy side, my dear editor, you may have a point there. I’ll have to explain that a little.

It’s just that Giovanna can wear whatever she wants and she still stays Giovanna. Always, and never the same, with her hair down or up, in a parka or evening gown, never a fault in her taste, she is the incarnation of the famous adage that we are all so tired of hearing, mostly just because it’s true: Fashion comes and goes. Style stays.

Giovanna has an undefinable allure. The essence of her style is, I think, her indestructible coolitude. (Right there, it’s definitely not a quote from Coco Chanel, but from me. That has to be my indefinable writing style.)

Her coolitude, her lovely laughter. And her irresistible smile.

Gio’, you’re simply the best! Got it now, dear editor? Off I go! bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

Mira’s style goes with her imagination.  While I’m busy spending my time trying to find my fashion identity, looking to define what’s me, what works well, what doesn’t, what flatters, what fails, and figuring out how I am going to be able to budget in these studded Alaïa ankle boots, while I’m doing all that, Mira is reinventing herself every day. 

And everyday you see only her.

When I think of women with a style that has left its mark on me, like Lauren Hutton, Lauren Bacall or even more recently, someone like Giovanna Battaglia, it’s not the clothes themselves that draw me to them.

It’s the way of experiencing life.  To find their comfort in being, whether it be in high heels or in a pair of derbies, with a small clutch bag or a giant tote.  But it’s definitely a posture, a smile, a look, a way of having their hands in their pockets, an allure that says that they is completely there, in all their glory and their contradictions.  And that they is totally themselves and no one else.  

Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan