So, after all the planning, daydreaming, trying on and hair primping, my Paris Couture Week (go on then, day) wardrobe was finally ready! Are you ready for the jelly?
Here is my travelling on Eurostar/press conference at The Ritz outfit – my second hand silk blouse and leather shorts with a fabulous Alice by Temperley military jacket and my trusty Surface to Air boots. Smart but not too fussy, wouldn’t you say?
Next up is my night time look, courtesy of Erdem’s cruise collection, teamed with a brilliant necklace by Anna Maria Designs from Beyond the Valley and my old old Topshop Unique disco boots for a bit of a boost. I felt rather glam in this, if I say so myself.
Aand, best of all, my ‘going to the couture presentation’ ensemble I’ve gone for a Mary Katrantzou sheer tunic from her S/S ’11 collection. I’ve added arm warmers by Sonia by Sonia Rykiel and these AMAZING Raphael Young futuristic space boots, and a military jacket that I borrowed from a friend years ago and ‘forgot’ to give back. Oops!
I LOVED my time in Paris, and all my outfits, but I have to say, the piece that provoked the most comments and compliments (and even people taking pictures of them at one point) were the black and gold boots. Here they are again in close up. Hurrah!
Other things I observed while at the couture –
Everywhere was PROPER Champagne, no Asti, Cava or Prosecco to be had.
Everything you have ever heard about couture – the face-lifts, the tiny dogs, the older ladies wearing impossibly high heels with enormous swishy manes like a shampoo advert – is ALL TRUE!
The atmosphere is far more relaxed and relaxing than ready to wear. Particularly when you’re not in the FROW, there can be a certain amount of pushing and shoving on behalf of the other fashionistas. Not here – it’s all ‘Enchanté’ and ‘After you madame’, ‘don’t mind if I do’ and ‘more champagne for madame?’
The haute couture has a genuine buzz of excitement to it, unlike the shows in London or Premieres that I have been to. Outside the Chanel venue on Rue Cambon were gangs of screaming teenagers waiting for the celebs to get out of the cars and be flashed by the French paps bulbs for about 2 seconds each. If you ever find yourself in Paris at the end of January I would recommend going for a nosy outside the venues . . . magnifique!