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FW .

Fashion week drove me crazy. It showed me how fashion world could be close to the hell. The devil is a fashionista. And he buys Vogue. All the hype people was there, including the high fashion redactors & blablabla. Interesing.
But in an other way I saw gorgeous shows which confirmed my love for the things which dress the body. Summary of what I saw.

Costume National was my first catwalk. In the Caroussel du Louvre I was really impressed to see the atmosphere in live. The photographers — who did a lot of jokes before the beggining —the powerfull lights, the rude music and the models —finally seen in the front of the show. If the collection was nice, nothing made me go away. Whatever, I was enchantée.

The second one was designed by John Ribbe. If the showcase welcomes usually party-men, it inhabited this time a sweet & lovely collection. Squares of pastel colors structured the volumic skirts & hearts animeted dresses. Without forget the delicate opennings on the shoulders jackets. I was just upset because it was almost empty — Chanel was just after, people make choices.

Really happy to see the Castelbajac show, he didn't disappointed me at all. All the ingredients were present. The super-energic Ebony Thomas from Ebony Bones with her crazy dancer and all the 'people' on the front row. Victor-Louis near to his dulcinée Dita near to Sliimy (What's the fuck ?!) near to Katy Perry. Show must go on. I love the way has Jean-Charles to tell about stories. This one was an exotic travel in Polynesia. From the sailor reinterpretation to the tribe inspirations and by the big hawain motive, it was fresh. I especially fall in love the sharks stiletos with an aileron. Will we swim faster ?

The expression 'the best for the end' was still true abou the runways I have had the chance to follow. Junko Shimada. Two words creating a great name which reminded me the dream I saw in direct live. Big open mouth, dumbfounded eyes, I enjoyed each second. All the outfits surprised me and have made me traval. The volume, the art-craft work, the fabrics game, the shiness levels... Everything was increcible. And congratulations to the dressers because the models were really not in numbe. Because it was my favorite one, I let you enjoyed like I did with this selection... More here.

You can find the runway french translation here.

Rest in Peace, Irving Penn

Models .

My second backstage was for Andrew Gn.

The fact that I have been twice 'a dresser', gave me comparaison points. If the skeleton of these shows was realy close, actually the —behind the scene— details was singular. Even the decor reflected the ambiance, weird for Gaspard, baroque for Andrew.

Glamourous, sexy, shinny and girly was the Andrew Gn's last collection style.
Models had the perfect sweet face with lovely pink brush. At Gaspard, dark body and strong faces described the best the model team. In all cases, they seemed exactly the same, monsters team for Gaspard, Barbie team for Andrew. And some exceptions. Like the gorgeous Lyndsey Scott.

Both wondered me about modeling, life conditions to being a model. These girls —for Andrew Gn between 15 and 19— are still little poor things. And wearing them was like playing with a doll, I was scary to break their small skinny arms. They waited such a long time before the show and had a such short time to wear it back after the show. I loved the way the spoke an polish-english, really charming. Weight maniac, they watch the calories number on madeleine and enjoyed only an apple or yaourt. Too bad. Finally, the models made me sad because of they emotionfree faces. They acted like robots, beauty things. That's it. They let their smartness and their caracter in service for fashion...

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Mon deuxième backstage était dans les coulisses d'Andrew Gn.

Le fait que j'ai étais deux fois 'habilleuse' m'a donné des points comparaison. Si le squelette de ces spectacles était vraiment proche, les détails des coulisses étaient tout à fait singulier. Même le décor reflètait l'ambiance, bizarre pour Gaspard, baroque pour Andrew.

Glamour, sexy, brillant et girly était la dernière collection les Gn Andrew's. Les modèles avaient un doux et parfait visage avec du blush rosé acidulé. Lors du défilé de Gaspard, un corps anguleux et un visage de caractère décrivait mieux l'équipe de mannequins Dans tous les cas, elles semblaient exactement les mêmes, des monstres chez Gaspard, des Barbie pour Andrew. A quelques exceptions près. Comme la superbe Scott Lyndsey.

Tous deux m'ont questionnaient sur les conditions de vie d'une modèle. Ces filles -pour Andrew GN entre 15 et 19 ans- sont encore de petites choses fragiles. Et les habiller était comme jouer à la poupée, j'avais si peur de briser leurs petits bras maigres. Elles attendent si longtemps avant le show et ont si peu temps pour se rhabiller après le défilé. J'ai aimé la façon dont elles parlaient une polonais-anglais, vraiment charmant. Obsédées par leur poids, elles regardaient le nombre de calories sur une madeleine et se régalaient uniquement d'une pomme ou d'un yaourt. Too bad. Enfin, les modèles m'ont rendu triste tellement leurs visages sont sans expression ni emotions. Elles agissent comme des robots, des choses de beauté. C'est tout. Elles ont laissé leur intelligence et leur caractère au service de la mode ...

Behind the scene .

Be back to the runway was a really exciting feeling.

As climbing a mountain, there were steps, up and down. Peacefull until stressfull. We were an army of dressers who start in only drinking 'Vitamin Water'. So New York style. With my surprise, everyone was calm, models come to the fore really slowly whereas makeup artists played with their pencils on their strong faces.

Then, we had a brieffing about socks and bridles shoes —smart topic— by the young and dynamic gaspard's team. Come after the meeting with our attribuate outfits. Minitious details, vizualisation of our blond head model and psycologic preparation.

In few minutes, excitation came. Photographers a go go, running people... Time to dress. First runway and shakings hands. Change high socks, put dress on and do not forget sunglasses ! The pleasure of models who smiled, posed, jumped and laugh. Gaspard it's the feminity with fun..

Done. Bravo. Congratulations. Incredible feeling

And the models run away... For an other show and an other.

Collection was fabulous — like the team. And Maglosia, my polish mannequin, was a such sweet heart.

Gaspard Yurkiech Backstage

The show before the show.

The before-fashion show is as interesing as the show. Bloggers are finally considering as normal persons — seen 'people'. It's the occasion to become someone, to playing the superstar for a sec' — because everyone photographies everything & anything. A true photography frenesy.

The funniest was to girlies taking pictures but also waiting to be taken in photography. Actually, it was not the funniest. The funniest was the comin of Ri—diculous—hanna. Or maybe Carine Roitfield. Or whatever. The circus of fashion in animation. Great. Amazing. Fabulous. Glamourous etc.

Unfortunly, Anna W. was so late and the Margiela show starts without her... Between the rage of the ones who were tired to wait & the ones who wait the one, electric was the atmosphere.
Because the fashion week is the only one where you can see guys wearing high-hells to quote Yvan Rodic... God save Fashion.

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L'avant défilé est aussi intéressant que le show. Les bloggeurs sont enfin considérés comme des gens normaux — voir des célébrités. C'est l'occasion de devenir quelqu'un, de jouer les superstars pour une seconde — car chacun photographie tout et n'importe quoi. A véritable frésénie photographique.

Le plus drôle était de voir les girlies prendre des photos mais aussi attendant d'être photographié. Enfait, ce n'était pas le plus drôle. Le plus marrant fut l'arrivée de Ri—dicule—hanna. Ou peut-être Carine Roitfield. Ou n'importe quoi. Le cirque de la mode en pleine action. Incroyable. Fabuleux. Glamour etc.

Malheuresement, Anna W. était trop en retard et le défilé Margiela commença sans elle... Entre la rage des uns qui étaient fatigués d'attendre & des autres qui l'attendaient elle, l'atmosphère était électrique.

Parce-que la fashion week est la seule où les garçons portent des talons pour citer Yvan Rodic... God save Fashion.