The spectacular Berns Hotel served as our home here in Stockholm.
My gurl Rumi Neely (that’s Fashiontoast to you) stayed on the second floor and she invited me to visit her room (212). It’s funny how she liked my room better than hers while I liked hers better than mine.
The Scene at Chanel Haute Couture Fall Winter 2010-2011
Ahhh Chanel. The crown jewel of haute couture collections. Chanel is Chanel; it’s the grand-daddy of shows in Paris. I squealed with delight when the lovely folks at Chanel asked for my mailing address in Paris. I had no idea what they are about to send me. It could be anything, you know? Mailing list? Promotional material? A new fragrance? Lookbooks? Nope, they sent me my first haute couture show invitation. Although I’ve done the NY/Europe menswear and womenswear circuit for a few seasons, I’m still a couture virgin.
Finding a decent, late-night eatery in Paris (or in Europe in general) is a pain because most kitchens close between 11PM-1AM. Where to go for onion soup and steak at 2AM? Au Pied de Cochon! This brasserie has been around since 1946.
Oh snap! A very irate and condescending reader recently emailed me saying it’s a faux pas to repeat outfits at events and questioned why I repeat outfits. Well, try losing your luggage and try not having a gargantuan clothing allowance. Don’t we all wish we can buy anything we want and throw it away to the back of the closet after wearing it once?
At Dior Homme here in Paris, Isaaclikes took a photo of me and Carine (in a VA-Va-VOOM polka dot Dolce & Gabbana dress) sharing a laugh before the show.
That Dolce & Gabbana dress is stunning, no?
Wind the clocks a week earlier, I took a photo of Denni and the fabulous Carine Roitfeld at the Dolce & Gabbana menswear 20th anniversary celebration in Milan.
Fellow fashion blogger and friend Diane Pernet arrived today in Florence for Pitti.
She’s staying at the same hotel as I am and she’s one floor up. Thought I’d visit to say hello… it’s been quite awhile since I last saw her.
You should have seen her reaction when she opened the door and saw me. She was like, “stop! wait right there…” and she grabbed her camera to take a photo of me. It turns out that it was the first time she smiled today.