"Alright boys, that was good, that was good, but some of you were looking a bit glum, a bit down beat. I want you to be full of energy, you're having fun, you're on your way out to a party. Let's do it!"
I'm sitting backstage at Paul Smith, and the man himself has just finished his pre-show pep talk. All the boys are cheering.
The day began with Lanvin, always my favourite of the Paris week. Not just for the clothes or the opportunity to stare unashamedly at Alber Elbaz (though both are good enough reasons), but for the food. You'd think with all the money these designers throw at their fashion shows, they could afford a few croissants. Mais non, Lanvin is the only house to feed its guests. This time, caramel macaroons and peppermint tea. Exactly what you feel like on the morning of the final day.
I arrived late and sat on the stairs about a metre and a half from Pharrell Williams, who was standing chatting to Kanye West while Amber Rose posed for photographers nearby.
The catwalk was long and curved, with a white wall on one side and the audience on the other. We were all sitting in an enormous stand similar to the ones at a sports match.
Hundreds of people stood at the top of each row, and all the stairs were crammed with seated guests. There was no getting up or down. The lights dimmed, then bathed the catwalk in blinding white.
Source : http://www.nzherald.co.nz/lifestyle/news/article.cfm?c_id=6&objectid=10622340
I'm sitting backstage at Paul Smith, and the man himself has just finished his pre-show pep talk. All the boys are cheering.
The day began with Lanvin, always my favourite of the Paris week. Not just for the clothes or the opportunity to stare unashamedly at Alber Elbaz (though both are good enough reasons), but for the food. You'd think with all the money these designers throw at their fashion shows, they could afford a few croissants. Mais non, Lanvin is the only house to feed its guests. This time, caramel macaroons and peppermint tea. Exactly what you feel like on the morning of the final day.
I arrived late and sat on the stairs about a metre and a half from Pharrell Williams, who was standing chatting to Kanye West while Amber Rose posed for photographers nearby.
The catwalk was long and curved, with a white wall on one side and the audience on the other. We were all sitting in an enormous stand similar to the ones at a sports match.
Hundreds of people stood at the top of each row, and all the stairs were crammed with seated guests. There was no getting up or down. The lights dimmed, then bathed the catwalk in blinding white.
Source : http://www.nzherald.co.nz/lifestyle/news/article.cfm?c_id=6&objectid=10622340
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