>> I should really be recapping shows rather than little trinket tidbits but if I'm honest, I've got some simmering thoughts on what has been a bit of an odd season - thoughts that are best left articulated back in London when I'm not par example, ravenously hungry in a Marais apartment. In addition to lookbooks, press releases, discs and other fashion week paraphernalia, I've gathered up a fair bit of trinkets to lug home with me on the Eurostar adding an extra kilo to what is already a busting-at-the-seams suitcase. Most would be inclined to chuck it all away but I'm a hoarder to the core, a stuff accumulator that in later life will probably have me indited as a crazy bag lady who needs to be sent to a special home asap...
So we have here a Carven denim rosette pin that was given at the show which I've spotted on a few people and a strange Sylvanian Family-style mirror that was given at the Undercover show (pleasingly it is actually a mirror and not that crap sticky back plastic mirror-effect stuff...) sitting on top of the Celine inspiration book that every guest gets. Sadly photos of the contents of the book are strictly forbidden...
There's a few invites I'm keeping - the Dior one for obvious reasons and the lovely blue-velvet backed Dries Van Noten one just for the texture. Underneath is a beautiful black leather Delvaux envelope embossed with my initials that joins a lovely little credit card holder (also initialled) that I got last season. Oh, and Phil and I had a photo booth moment - except the flashes were going so fast we couldn't quite get the hang of it. Still, that's EUR2 well spent...
Another invite for keepsies is the Louis Vuitton black perspex one that came with a leather monogrammed tassel as a pertinent reminder of what was a stellar show. Then the Miu Miu show seating block which is too light to be a paperweight but could perhaps be used to stick post-its on...
Kenzo's Mexican-vibed skeleton mask is also a keeper. That takes the fashion week masks up to a count of two - including Mulberry's fox one. I want to wear it with real flowers in the hair. Then there's a useful Louise Gray iPhone holder that I got at the BFC showroom... no iPhone of course but perhaps I'll rectify that when I get rid of the Blackberry that only seems to be able to function on two hours of battery life.
Dropping by the Florence Deschamps showroom, I picked up a silk scarf by Hermione de Paula printed with an image from her A/W 11-12 lookbook - needs to be sewn onto a t-shirt me thinks. Then jewellery designer Heaven Tanudiredja gave me a necklace that goes right off the sparkly richter scale and must be treated with care with transporting.
If I end up having any sprogs of my own, I wonder if they'll appreciate this strange fashion week trosseau...? Or will they in fact be carting me off to the aforementioned home and declaring all this "a pile of crap"?
