Few things excite me more than arriving at my apartment in Paris, walking in the door, throwing my stuff down, running to the table and tearing through the envelopes that lie waiting with my name on them. I am obsessed with show invitations – mainly because they save you having to sneak in, but also because they often give a hint of what’s to come. Plus they’re hugely collectible. Fun fact: I have never thrown away a show invitation – in my storage box back home there’s a giant shopping bag filled with hundreds of them (one day I’ll holdClick to Continue!
Photos: Katherine Lowe Dries Van Noten has a knack for choosing the best venue of the season. Last June, during the summer shows, he took over a stretch of dirt beneath a dock on the Seine, where pedestrians and afternoon joggers could freely rubber-neck as they went about their mid-summer jaunts. Tonight, he commandeered the Musee Bourdelle; the catwalk ran through a sculpture gallery featuring the enormous works of Antoine Bourdelle – an assistant of Rodin’s who left behind a fair few sizable bodies after he passed.Van Noten has another talent besides picking the hot spots: he is a masterClick to Continue!
Photos: style.com Junya Watanabe – Whoever said ‘East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet,’ obviously hadn’t figured Japanese fashion designers into the equation. Hermes – I know what you’re thinking, what’s so high end about a tee shirt and pants combo? Let me tell you. The tee shirt’s suede, and it’s worth more than New Zealand’s GDP. Dries Van Noten – And this singlet’s spun from the purest white gold. Not really, but it’s still pretty gangsta to throw a beater down the catwalk. Dior Homme – For those days when you just can’tClick to Continue!
Louis Vuitton – photos: wwd It’s a courageous act to take something quite passé and attempt to imbue it with a new cool. At Louis Vuitton today, the show notes suggested a virtual reality traveller, a man who skips from one continent to the next, all with the click of a mouse. But the clothes harked back to those mid 90s backpackers who toured South-East Asia (a la Leo in The Beach), picking up local customs, dress habits and tribal tattoos along the way. That multi-ethnic mix came through in a leather blazer with etched-in Chinese dragons, and pants heldClick to Continue!
Johanes Linder throwing it up for Germany backstage at Issey Miyake Backstage at Issey Miyake stood 15 male models dressed in dark pants and white lab coats like tall, rail thin, particularly good looking pharmacists. I was ecstatic to be there with them. Not because of the models; nor because of the show; but because I was in Paris, the city of lights, my favourite city, the city that on its worst day still kills Milan on its best. Paris is about as different from Milan as apples and bananas. Milan is flashy, all-business and grey; Paris is sophisticated, openClick to Continue!
Lanvin pleats – Image /NYMAG I’m so utterly obsessed with pleated pants right now that if I don’t get some immediately I think I might spew. I don’t know why everyone’s been so anti them for the past couple of years, that whole GQ driven ‘you MUST wear flat front pants!’ tirade can’t have helped the cause, but I guess there were some pretty bad pleats going around for a while there. I love the volume, shape and texture pleats give to pants. I love them cuffed, I love them cropped, I love them in wool suiting, cottons and evenClick to Continue!