Kenzo, Lacroix, McQueen, YSL,LV


I think I can finish up the seat crashing posts with this one. The first show is Kenzo, which is another company I was unfamiliar with, but I loved after I left. I didn’t have a close seat but where it was I had a good view. This one was also in the Carrousel de Louvre so it was pretty easy to get into. I just love the way they mix prints and use so much color but it isn’t overkill. It was a modern hippy look, but it looked fresh and not stuck in the 60’s.

At the end of the show they parted the backdrop and revealed that all the models were lounging behind the scenes. It was absolutely beautiful.

Now lets get the last Lacroix pics up and going. This one I got to sit front row, I just had my eye on an empty seat and they peeled back the plastic off the runway and the seat was still empty with nobody making a move towards it, so I snatched it up!

Now lets get to the 2nd McQueen show I got into. His PR company (I can’t remember the name) is fondly known as the KGB by the industry because they are tough at the door and there is no BSing them to get in. I was lucky enough the first time because the entrance was so big they couldn’t keep on top of everyone trying to get in. This time the entrance was very small and they were on me big time, so I just waited until everyone had gone in and there were just a few of us trying to get in (like maybe 5 people) so they just let us in and told us to stand in the back. Well that is just not how I roll, so I grabbed a seat on the front row. Woo Hoo!! Anyway, I had a good spot and the show was beautiful, it was a Alfred Hitchcock inspired collection. The models walked around the balcony above us and then would descend the stairs onto the runway. It was a much more wearable collection, but you could see in the tailoring and details how much thought went into each piece.

The next show I have is Lanvin. Supposedly it was the hottest ticket of Paris Fashion Week that year. I thought it was a nice show, but nothing spectacular. I got in a bit early at this show and there was hardly anybody inside, so I had to avoid all the ushers who were waiting around so they didn’t try to talk to me or god forbid help me find my seat! This was the only show I went to that had some kind of snack before hand, they were walking around giving out fresh hand made lollipops that had some kind of fruit in the center. I was STARVING and ended up eating 6 of them at least. I was also exhausted because it was one of the shows later in the day and it had been a very busy week so far. I didn’t know it was the big show for the week, so I just went and sat at the very back on an aisle so I could see, but I just had to get off my feet and relax and sitting back there you don’t get many people like myself trying to steal your seat. That is to let you know why the pictures are so bad AND my camera was about to die, so I only got a few shots.

So as I just looked through all the photos for shows I haven’t shown, I realized we are about to get to the end and to the shows that I just don’t have great photos of because they were usually the last shows of the day and my camera just couldn’t make it through that many photos and would die at the best moments.

Louis Vuitton. Hmmm….definitely not a fan and have never been. I don’t want one of their purses and probably would never use one if I was given it for free. I have a huge aversion to anything LV. That being said I am a fan of Marc Jacobs so when I happen to be given a ticket to the show I was slightly excited to go, hoping I would see more to it than I see in my everyday life and in shops in the US. I was disappointed in this show, I was rolling my eyes at most of the designs and wanted to throw up a little bit seeing denim jeans with the LV monogram all over them, who would ever in their right mind wear something like that? It is irritating me just writing about it. BTW I did see a man wearing similar pants at another show and it was just tacky, everything he was wearing had some kind of blatant labeling across it. I wanted to punch him, but I resisted the urge. 🙂 So back to getting a ticket, as I am sure you assumed I did not get one from the LV house, the name I use on the list to get into some shows called me up and told me she got an extra ticket they changed her seat after the first one went out (she is friends with Marc Jacobs and he gave her a better seat than the original seating plan) so she let me use her other ticket. Woo Hoo, it was finally an easy show to get into. Since I don’t LOVE LV I just took my seat. Actually how it played out since I was in relaxed mode and not in stealth mode an usher came up to me as I was looking for my seat and I let him lead me to my seat. It was all the way on the last row and this place the seating went up really high. It was a beautiful space, but up that high was the nose bleed section. We got up there and someone else was in the seat, we both had tickets for that seat, but the lady got super nervous (maybe someone gave her the ticket) and the usher was confused and needed to find a seating chart. I decided to just sit by her, in what would be the aisle if there were any seats above us. The usher forgot about us and the woman thanked me over and over for not having her kicked out of the seat. I just wanted them to leave us alone because I wasn’t supposed to be there and I got the feeling she wasn’t either 🙂

sorry the photos are terrible! After the show there was all this commotion and it turns out Uma Thurman was headed my way, I’m assuming to go backstage. My camera battery was getting low and I was trying to get a picture of her (that was the most interesting part of the show) she was surrounded by body guards and other people, but she saw me trying to get a photo and looked directly at my camera for about 5 seconds as she was walking towards me, but the camera was dying an would not take a photo!!! Finally this is what I ended up with it was the photo I got before she looked at my camera and then the camera froze up “thinking” and I got one photo after she walked by. lame.

The next few photos are from Galliano. He is another of my favorite designers and I had no idea I would be able to get in. It was the last show of the day and I grabbed the bus to go out there because it was a ways out from anywhere I had been in the city and I knew I would never be able to find my way there in time. So on the ride I decided my strategy. I went up and patiently waited in the mass of people trying to get checked off the list. At one point some american students decided to fake some invitations (by folding up white pieces of paper, pathetic attempt) and they tried to get past security. Well the security guard wasn’t having any of that and had them removed from the property. He was pointing them out to the other guards and he pointed at me too!!! When they tried to remove me I was saying no no no monsieur I need to talk to the man with the list. I actually said it in french, I have no idea how to say it now. So they left me there waiting in the freezing cold standing in snow at night. Great…I knew I had to get in or I would be miserable, I was shivering already and my teeth were chattering.  So eventually everyone was going in and things had calmed down the guy (and he was no intern) asked me who I was on the list and I knew not to use the name I knew as myself, so I mentioned I was supposed to come with her she had an extra ticket, but we got separated on the buses and I think she is already inside. He just stood there for what seemed like forever, looked around and then just said “ok, go in”. Holy Crap, I was about to go into Galliano! I went up the stairs inside and it was EXTREMELY dark inside I was trying to let my eyes adjust to see where I was supposed to go and I started to walk into the entrance of the show and all of a sudden I was grabbed by my arm and shoulder by the security guard that pointed at me earlier. He literally drug me by the arm back outside. I was telling him, I am allowed to be here!! He drags me down the stairs and back to the guy who just let me in. oh great. Thankfully the guy waved the guard away and said she can go in. He apologized and when I saw him working 2 shows the next day he waved me in to both and apologized again. Wow. So I ran back inside and tried to find my way to any seat, the place was packed and I found a box that I think was a seat. I plopped down and the show started a couple of minutes later. Now as this was a late show also, I only got a few photos before my camera died. 😦 It was a beautiful show inspired by the film “Aviator” the venue was decorated like a movie set and I was sitting on a milk crate.

that one is my favorite photo.

Last but not least, the very last show I crashed in Paris was Yves Saint Laurent. It was just after Tom Ford left and from what I was hearing people were not looking forward to the new designers collection. Must be hard to follow someone so loved in the fashion community. It was the last show of the day too. I was over it. I was completely exhausted by everything and I just walked into the venue. It was two large doors with a couple of security guards. I walked up and tried to walk past the first one, he grabbed me and said I need to see your ticket. I stopped looked at him and turned around and walked through the other door and they looked so surprised! He yelled down at me “Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle, I need to see your ticket!!” I just kept walking and went right in. I grabbed a seat and just enjoyed the show. So here are the final pictures.

So that is it folks! I might do a post at a later date with some of the bad shows I went to in Paris, but I’m kind of worn out from all of these, so I might not!! Anyway, I have some cool things coming up not related to fashion shows so be on the lookout for that!


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