Travel & Hotspots

KIKI’S PARIS FASHION WEEK DIARY

Day 1

What I find the absolute best aspect of this job? That I get the opportunity to stuff as much colorful footwear as possible into a suitcase and unload the whole bunch in another country. Seriously, at those moments I feel a shiver go through my body. What fashion girls have the coolest weeks of the year? The Fashion Weeks. Today my two favorite things come together.

Yes, I know. In the past weeks we have bombarded you with travel reports, videos, and backstage footage from the fashion weeks. You could watch live as we asked Gigi Hadid a question, you saw how May tried to squeeze Ali Illegali into the Gucci show, and you saw how chaos randomly broke out on the street when a few stylishly dressed girls paraded by. Did you secretly enjoy feeling a bit front row from your living room? Then I have good news for you. The party is not over yet.

‘I am qui qui, in Paris’

Circus Renz started as always in New York (May and Elke made the Big Apple unsafe this year), then moved on to London (hello, Lil and Josselin), then stopped by Milan (May, you can't be kept away, can you?) and finally ends in the city of love: Paris. And at this point, I come into the picture. I am qui qui, in Paris.

Yesterday afternoon we arrived after a little flight detour at our apartment located right in the center. Seriously, if you ever wonder where they rent cool Airbnbs, it’s on Rue Montorgueil (between the 1st and 2nd arrondissement), don’t tell anyone, okay? Then it was immediately time for our first showroom visit to admire the new SS17 collection from Paul Smith, where we encountered a lot of clothing items with daisies, poppies, and Japanese influences, in case you were wondering what the trends will be this spring. Actually, such a showroom visit is always killing for someone like me. You have to imagine that it’s really quite annoying when you see nice shoes there. Everything that is being presented now, you can’t toss into your shopping cart, but will only be in stores in April. Apríl. Silver star heels, will you wait for me until then? Mama will come and get you as soon as possible.

After that, we flew to an appointment with mister Jérôme Dreyfuss himself. You know, the man behind those amazing bags and the great love of Isabel Marant. I hadn’t met him before, but really: Jérôme is totally the shit. We chatted a bit about his new showroom, the bags, and yes, even a little about the robbery of Kim K. Because he also had some thoughts on that. Let’s discuss that in detail later this week. Now first: focus on the show of shows: Chanel. At the moment of typing, it starts in about two hours and help, I still have a hundred things to do. Catch up later? We will. Grand Palais, here we come!