Mademoiselle Agnès Paris Restaurant Recommendation
I'm sure you're familiar of Mademoiselle Agnès. In my opinion, she's the best woman coming out of French television. I'm a big fan of her work and her sense of humor. Mademoiselle Agnès andlegendary fashion documentarymaker Loïc Prigent filmed me in Paris.
We had a chat after the Valentino show and because I didn't have a pen and paper at the time, I used my camera to take note of her restaurant recommendation: Thoumieux.
Speaking of Valentino, omg, Mademoiselle Agnès had a really funny idea before the show. She wanted to find a French intern for me so we both trolled faces on the front row. She then approached the super chic Virginie Mouzat and asked her if she's willing to intern for me. It was hysterical! Virginie then replied by saying I should work for her not the other way around. My oh my. I wonder what the footage looks like on cam.
Wherever I go, I do my best to live by this question: when was the last time you did something for the first time?
The Paris collections are in full swing and in between shows, I added another "first". The very kind folks of i-D Magazine, Terry & Tricia Jones, invited me to have lunch with Edward Enninful. I've always wanted to meet him as I'm a total fan of his work — for i-D, for American & Italian Vogue, for Lanvin, etc. He's one of the most talented and creative tastemakers and I have nothing but sheer admiration and respect for the man behind the inspirational images I've seen in fashion over the years.
Sunglasses, shoes and coat from Kenzo, white shirt from Kris van Assche, collar from Vionnet SS2011, jeans from Hudson Jeans, bag from Chanel, cardigan from J Crew.
Thank you to the Joneses and to Edward for your kindness. It's such an honor to be in your presence.
It’s 3:08AM. Temperatures are finally dropping. Autumn is here!
Paris is the most beautiful city in the world but I dislike being here during summer. In my opinion, fall is the best time of the year. It’s fun to layer up, play with different fabrics, textures and silhouettes. I like roaming around town without breaking into a sweat.
Me after the Vionnet presentation
Thought I’d share some photos of me from yesterday. Well, earlier today. Hah!
Don’t do to others what you don’t want others do to you
This is quite funny. At the Damir Doma menswear show in Paris, me and my buddy Isaac of Isaaclikes.com had a laugh because someone stole my seat. It was this really, really tall ogre. I pointed to Isaac how big his feet were. When the guy wasn’t looking, I asked Isaac to take a stolen snapshot of my sample-sized (that’s model size 40/41 women’s to you so if you have ferocious shoes, send them my way kthxbye) feet beside his supersized bonanza special.
Fast forward a month and a half later, I received an email earlier today from a reader in Switzerland. His name is Adrien.
I did this video of your lovely shoes at Damir Doma’s show on the 26th of June. They seemed very confortable! Then I saw you at Schwuz in Berlin, same shoes you weared, did you? You were busy on the dancefloor, but nice to watching you! you’re very inspiring.
So, here at last I send you the video!
If your fashion instinct guide you to Geneva (Switzerland, who knows!) tell me, it will be my pleasure to show you the place.
So while Isaac and I were taking stolen snapshots of my fragile feet, there’s this other guy taking a video and masturbating over my lovely Kenzo python wedges. Haha!
Like the old saying goes, don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you.
Oh what am I talking about, I’m a cam whore. I say bring it on haha :P
Back in Paris, me and my pals Sonny and Isaac thought it was a good idea to have (very) late lunch before the spectacular Damir Doma show. A few minutes after my order arrived, male model Linus Gustin rolled up beside me. He was on his way to the show venue but he was starving. He asked us how long it took for our food to arrive and I told him it wasn’t very long so he joined our table. I thought I was gonna die — hello, how often do you have lunch with male models? I’m talking about real, working models not “models“. Anyway, I found out he’s Swedish. Y’all know how I go weak in the knees when it comes to Swedish guys. There I was, in Paris, having a beautiful meal with friends, enjoying a nice glass of rose and I’ve got some eye candy beside me. It was icing on the cake!
Well picture a gray and drizzly morning in Paris. I wanted to stay in bed, he wanted to brave the weather and go to Notre Dame. I agreed to haul my ass outdoors on the condition that we stop by a store first to get an umbrella.