Let’s not kid ourselves. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of using the Tour Eiffel as a photo backdrop whenever I’m in Paris. It has to be done at least once, you know? I thought I’d get it out of the way after the Costume National show at Palais de Tokyo this afternoon, . Bucket list check, done and done. Next!
Hat and jacket gifted by Costume National, top by Costume National, trousers by Barbara Bui, shoes by Prada, sunglasses by Michael Kors
Are you ready to bid adieu to summer? I am. The weather here in Paris has been quite unpredictable. It’s been quite cold compared to previous Septembers. Rumi and I took a quick stroll around the Tuileries yesterday afternoon in between shows.
Sunglasses by Michael Kors, jacket gifted by Barbara Bui, shirt by COS, shorts by Barbara Bui
Arrivederci Milano et Bonjour Paris! It’s so nice to be back in Paris once again for the final stretch of fashion month. I wasn’t in my best form in Milan — I was sick for the entire week. I can’t believe I still went to the shows in spite of me having a flu. I was a germ carrier. My oh my, I’ll never forget sitting there, sweating my butt off from all the hot flashes I had because of all the pharmaceuticals I took. I’m starting to feel much better now (oh look, I’m holding a ciggie!) but it doesn’t help that Paris is cold and rainy. Ah well. Summer is officially over.
Sunglasses by Michael Kors, coat by Sonia Rykiel, shoes by Bruno Magli
It’s been quite some time since I last took these Alexander McQueen visors out for a spin. I’ve had it for a couple of months now. It never fails to draw so much attention — I’ve been stopped many, many times on the street from people asking me whether I could see through them (the answer is yes)! And then of course, talking to my friends always result in major hysterics. “You need to take them off when I’m talking to you. I can’t take you seriously!,” a friend quipped. The visors are obnoxious, yes, but it’s a great conversation piece. I love it.
Sunglasses/visor by Alexander McQueen (HERE), sweater by KARL by Karl Lagerfeld (HERE), shorts by Alexander Wang, clutch by Oscar de la Renta, shoes by Prada
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Lace blazer and bag from Dolce & Gabbana, shoes by Prada
I ended New York Fashion Week on a high note. At the Calvin Klein Collection dinner held at the new Beatrice Inn, I had the pleasure of meeting three wonderful sportsmen of the moment: the very handsome Olympic gold-medalist swimmer Conor Dwyer, superstar New York Knicks basketball player Amar’e Stoudemire and the Swedish professional ice hockey goaltender for the New York Rangers, Henrik Lundqvist.
I didn’t go to a lot of parties this season. I self-imposed a midnight curfew and werqed countless alarms (clock, cellphone, laptop) at the crack of dawn in order for me to go the gym, make coffee, work AND attend every single 9AM and 10AM show I RSVPed to. I think I did good.
Sweater by Michael Kors, trousers by Marni, shoes by Prada
Something really funny happened a couple of days ago — smack right in the middle of New York Fashion Week. After the very intimate and lovely Muse Magazine dinner honoring Marina Abaramovic, I ended up violating my curfew and got oh-so-horribly intoxicated that my doorman personally brought me to the elevator like a crippled person. When I got to my door at around 3AM, I found myself locked out of my own apartment by leaving my keys INSIDE! My building’s superintendent (he keeps copies of tenants’ keys) wasn’t available until later in the morning. It didn’t help that my phone died and I don’t know anyone’s numbers by heart. Also, I could barely keep my eyes open let alone speak to anyone. So I ended up passing out on the lobby hallway. That’s right. On the floor. I woke up at around 8AM to the sounds of people’s footsteps as they left my building to go to work. When I opened my eyes, I saw people’s legs, shoes, more legs, even more ugly shoes and I heard voices. I honestly thought I had a bad dream and I wanted to wake up from it but alas, it’s all real. I stood up, wiped the dried drool off the side of my mouth, rubbed my eyes, went to the superintendent and finally got my door opened at long last.
Keys, cellphone, wallet and cigarettes. Never leave home without them.
I don’t usually do head-to-toe looks (no, seriously) but I guess it’s alright when you have very little time to decide what to wear and you’re on a mad dash. I wore a few things from Marni’s cute pre-fall collection and took these pics en route to the Rag & Bone spring/summer 2013 show.
Sunglasses by Celine, top, trousers and shoes from Marni, bag from Jason Wu
How did you celebrate this year’s Fashion’s Night Out? I hosted a cute party at Marni Edition at their Meatpacking District (1 Gansevoort Street) store. DJ Indigo Clarke and Jisoo Hong provided the music and guests were treated with lovely bubbly and nibbles. Finding myself hand out Marni balloons (featuring illustrations by Brian Rea) to shoppers and random passersby was my highlight of the night. Who, afterall, doesn’t like balloons?
Shirt, cardigan, shorts and shoes by Marni
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Scott Schuman, aka The Sartorialist, is my hands-down, my favourite street style photographer. I have nothing but pure respect to his work. He’s able to capture his subject’s true sense of style in a very authentic manner. I went to the private viewing of his exhibit at the Danzinger Gallery a couple of days ago. I suggest that you pop by and visit, or, if you are not able to go to the gallery, buy his new book, ‘Closer‘.
“Closer” by Scott Schuman is available for viewing at the Danzinger Gallery (527 West 23rd Street, New York, NY 10011) from September 6 until September 15, 2012.