PARIS DIARY
part 2
In my previous Paris diary I wrote about meeting up with my old Marie Claire colleague Simone Dernee and how the two of us have spent countless amounts of fashion weeks running from one show to another. We were a perfect fashion season team. Ate the same, drank the same, shopped the same and we both never hesitated to grab a bike in a massive, rather unknown, city. We would cross over the Place de la Concorde as if we had suicidal tendencies during rush hour (think fifteen rows of endless cars with drivers carelessly checking their cell phones rather than the passing fashion girls from Amsterdam) and walk on through to Le Marais.
We met up at Café de Flore, for old times’ sake. On the terrace by the way, which according to the true Parisiennes is not done but hey, we couldn’t care less since the sun was out and we wanted to breathe in as much of the city as we could. This resulted in us running a little late and rushing to catch the Peet Dullaert show. Wheezy (head) and pounding (heart) we arrived at the location to have a look at the collection (in which he had processed a lot of prints from kimono’s from the Dutch Rijksmuseum) and had a chat with ‘our’ Ilham Mestour, model Valentijn de Hingh (who walked the final walk of the show) and the wife of the Dutch ambassador in Paris, Lilian.
From Peet we scurried on over to the Hermès exposition alongside the Seine. If you have any plans to head on over to Paris anytime soon, add this to your list of go sees. It’s like a miniature Disneyland for the fashion world and it’s free too.
Grabbed a quick coffee at Mozza & Co (a stylish container if you may, which has been transformed into a coffee and sandwich hut) that we drank alongside the Seine before heading to the Alber Elbaz exhibition. Right away I started fantasizing about Lanvin dresses for the finale of Holland’s Next Top Model…
Although my stomach wasn’t growling yet, it was time for lunch, undoubtedly in the sun. At Favorite, which was quite a change for us creatures of habit (we usually always go to Costes or Flore) and the second new restaurant we tried out during this trip. Both of us ordered a ceasar salad and okay, since we were there anyway, a glass of white wine.
A quick pit stop at the Barbara Bui store (since the craving from the show still hadn’t lessened) where I managed to refrain myself from buying anything (thanks to my controlled breathe in, breathe out method might I add) and Simone purchased a delightful black dress (because a girl can never have too many LBD’s).
And then we rushed to the hotel… And to the taxi… And to the train. I’ll never learn…
