I can’t believe it. You’ve actually succeeded in getting me to publish a picture of myself. Aaaaah bravo!!!
I’ll keep my hat on
Yeah okay, t-shirts are all good and well. But what if you started wondering what you’ll be wearing come winter? After I got back to Paris and had a night of about 72 hours of sleep, I stuck my nose outside and I definitely felt it. There’s a cool breeze out there. Yep yep, early in the morning, in the shade, it’s chilly.
So now it’s high time for me to get out my little notebook, my wish-list for autumn, which, I am convinced, will bedazzle you as much for its originality as for its realism. Aaaah Garance, your originality bedazzles us just as much your realism.
- Ever since I saw Kate Moss in the flesh and blood (Sorry for the lack of photo. You’ll have to take my word on this one. It was in one of those moments where I was trying to appear all cool and no way I’d be reaching for my camera.) with a hat (the same one as these pictures), I’VE WANTED A HAT. I know I’ll never wear it, I already tried one on. I couldn’t do any photography with it on, nor could I do the kiss kiss to my friends without poking someone’s eye out, nor go an entire day without sitting on it, forgetting it, or getting hissed out by the girl behind me at a runway show because she can’t see anything. But as I am completely inconsistent with the given evidence, I still want one.
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…
casualties
It is always surprising for me, the Parisian that I am, to see just how perfectly New Yorkers are masters of the class of casual wear. Over here, it’s an art.
For starters, I gotta say it’s because in New York, it’s freezing. Don’t let this lighting fool you. The cold just bites. How to fight it : layer. It’s a little like the national sport here. Leather jacket over a parka, oversized sweater under a raincoat, or even a parka under some fur, a brilliant idea that i wasn’t able to get a photo of because i was too busy chasing after a taxi without losing all credibility. A difficult task.
And what else?… the runway shows? Okay, yeah… For the moment, I’ve been bad about seeing some of the newcomers, and on top of that, I’ve noticed myself only picking out the details that I want to see. Hmmm. So with no objectivity, some fur and color over at Thakoon and Matthew Williamson, and even more fur and color, all incredible stuff, was shown at Preen the day before yesterday. Some black? Some neutral colors? Don’t give a shit. I don’t want to see ‘em.
Coming back to our casual wear. What gets me though, is that this year, even the fashion scene has casualized itself. Even the most extreme of fashionistas show up in flats. Or in heels, but even then, really super à la cool.
Outside of that, met Kanye West yesterday. (Wait, you missed it? It was in the news ! See what I’m saying about the overabundance of info to look out for?!) He showed up in a pair of jeans and told us he was in the middle of reducing his wardrobe by 25%, concentrating on only the essentials. We also talked about Kate Lanphear wearing the same pair of shoes three times in a row, Taylor Tomasi wearing a pair of derbies and Carine Roitfeld… I mean… wait… wearing Carine Roitfeld… Phew, saved.
Masha, up above, says screw the financial crisis and is thinking about getting a bigger apartment with an extra bedroom just to store all her finds, and I’m telling you, it’s the thing to do… You’ll see.
Personally, I could opt for a bigger apartment too, yeah. Then I’d say to Kanye that he’s gotta come help me sort through my closet! What do ya think?
Bonne journée !
Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan
