As much as I want to tell you all that a hot, tall, blond, well-hung Russian sailor gave me my hat in exchange for a blowjob, sadly it is not the case because I bought it for like $10 from a souvenier stall during a recent trip to St. Petersburg.
From Yvan Rodic/Facehunter's camera:
From my camera:
I wore it to Dunhill in Paris where, after the show, I shared a ciggie with good ol' Nicola Formichetti. I always have the most interesting conversations with him. This time around he asked when I'm visiting the USA next and whether I've been to a Lady Gaga concert. I told him I've never been to a Lady Gaga concert because it's so hard to get tickets and the good seats always get sold out quickly. Well, no tickets, no problem. Just give him a buzz and I'll be a guest of Gaga. Natch! Now all I need to do is wear hooker boots and a thong. I kid, I kid.
Gaga aside, I have nothing but sheer admiration for Nicola's talent. He is truly one of the most inspirational and creative people I know. One of my dreams in life is to get the Formichetti treatment. Can you imagine what I'd look like (and the sort of pictures as a result) if he strip me stark bollock naked, give me a makeover (I'm not talking Clueless Cher and Tai makeovers), style me into a real-life fashion editorial and made me werq like the rent is due tomorrow? One can only wish.
Meanwhile, I wore the same hat at the New York, New York party I co-hosted at the legendary Parisian club, Le Montana.
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.
Let’s take a break from the glittering world of haute couture and allow me to share to you a video I took from the Dunhill spring/summer 2011 fashion show finale in Paris. Here’s the view from my seat. I love how this collection is much different from his last collection; a bit more relaxed, less severe and less structured but very fine nonetheless. Immaculate is the world. The Dunhill man is a good-looking man, let me tell you that.
My friend Kim Jones also gave me a preview a few days before the show. I’ll share the pics at a later post. You’ll die with the accessories. Enjoy!
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.
You know how the old saying goes… early to bed early to rise! I slept very early last night (10:30pm!!) and woke up today at 7AM. Kenzo celebrates 40 years this year and I'm very determined to go to their show later.
I'm thinking of having breakfast at Cafe de Flore (since I'm staying at St. Germain des Pres afterall) before heading out to the show venue. Good idea?
Meanwhile, look at the details of my beautiful Kenzo jacket that I picked up a few days ago.
I hope it won't be too hot today because that jacket weighs a ton!