Your wish has duly been granted. Actually...er....it was the wish of one reader who wanted me to fill some Paris Fashion Week outfit gaps seeing as I was falling down escalators, scraping knees at Lanvin (the scab is such a good un' to pick at the mo...) and getting food poisoning at Cafe Ruc. So this may not be that interesting to the majority of you.
Ack, I'm sorry to go on about the woes but really.... I have to chortle a bit at the comedy of errors that has been this week. Actually the fashion week month has been blighted by a combination of personal errors, unhappy coincidences and just mucky old fashioned bad luck. So by the time Paris came around, I was suitably less enthusiastic about getting all snazzily dressed. Some may have noticed the outfits posted have been of the grey and black sort... and admittedly there may have been a subconscious 'Blend in with the Rest' mentality running through my head added to the fact I wasn't feeling 100%.
Still I did try and whenever the sun was popping out, suddenly my mind turned to colour... juicy pastels to be exact. Yet each time, it seems like some head honcho of the outfit dictatorship committtee up in the skies deemed that colour should be banished because each time something odd/bad would happen to me in each outfit...
Case 1) Nikicio green jacket, Vanessa Bruno Fringe Top, Emilio de la Morena Swarocski-covered shorts, H&M pink tights, Acne shoes - Ok, so this was a minor snag and quite literally a snag... the tights were getting all ripped up at the back even as I merely touched them. Spent the day wondering whether the snag was growing bigger and bigger and whether perhaps sparkly hotpants were the right choice. Comedy moment... the Sart for some reason wanted to snap my rearview (or the tights I think...) and yelped out "There's a huge snag up there!" Fortunately the light disguised the rip....
As I said a minor mishap but it convieniently fits in with my mal-colour theory so just go with it ok?
Case 2) Josh Goot Dress, vintage black fringe jacket, Topshop tights, Michelle Jank necklace, Pierre Hardy x Louise Goldin ankle boots - This was the outfit I wore huffing and puffing trying to get from Vivienne Westwood to Lanvin to make it in the nick of time...at the cost of my knee as I was running towards the show, I knocked into a woman who didn't shift an inch but I alas went tumbling into the rubbly ground outside the awesome location that is Hall Freyssinet. I concede that was my fault. The tights became a bit holey and blood/pus stained and therefore were chucked. Comedy moment...interviewing Alber Elbaz whilst willing for the blood/pus not to drip onto his shoe (a cinematic motif, no?)
Case 3) Emma Cook ruffled dress, Toga jacket, ASOS coral knee highs, Topshop Unique shoes - This one needs no explanation as this was what I was wearing the day I did the ankle. I really should have been smiling in the hospital as per the pic as opposed to sobbing like a baby in front of my friends (thank you Arnaud and Anthony for putting up with my tears and tantrums...). Comedy moment... After the Dazed/Another team came to my rescue post JCDC show, Cathy Edwards remarked "At least you fell in a pretty Emma Cook dress!"... had to chuckle at that through my tears (Emma Cook and Cathy Edwards are great chums...).
So... colour not allowed? Or is it just the luck of the draw? Oh well... as if something as ridiculousl as a a high colour-to-injury ratio is gonna stop me. Busted out with some bling bling yellow on Sunday and hobbled it out to Brick Lane. The ankle is way more sore now after all that walking and maybe that's my penance for blinding other people with the jacket but at the end of fashion week, I've finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel and it's both colourful and a bit painful... just grin bear it I guess...
All photos by Phil of Streetpeeper who without which, Steve and I would never have been arsed to buy a Restform Airbed...
