We ended our Friday at Paris Fashion Week by moving into our Dazed apartment and after a lovely late dinner cooked by Karen Langley, we watched Robert Altman’s Pret a Porter on DVD (that I brought especially as a fashion week treat). Reminded of the fabulousness of Paris week in the early nineties we reminisce over the day’s events.
We caught Diane Pernet at Bernhard Willhelm- who featured in the film at the time and racked her brain about the stars of the iconic fashion film. Bernhard’s collection of pagan silhouettes, argyle plaids, banana accessories and muscle-mary prints was accompanied by a pumping soundtrack and blue-tears make-up.
We were whisked off to Dior where the kirby grip hair helmet do gave a 1920s finish to the kimono-esque tailoring - my favourite look being the one Sigrid wore with the pom-pom fur hat. Then at Isabel Marant I loved the thigh high boots worn over jeans styled by Emmanuelle Alt. Pamela Anderson stole the show at Westwood sporting tutus and bound-up arms tied behind her back.
Lanvin was the peak of the day, it was on the other side of Paris so we had to run when we arrived at the venue. But in the nick of time we saw the epic show. As the curtains pulled aside, they revealed an empty warehouse that seemed to go on for hundreds of metres and a rose framed door became the exit for the long misty catwalk. Not only was the location outstanding, but the collection was incredible -deconstructed tailoring, big embellished jewellery, feather head dresses and amazing futuristic sunglasses.
Margiela was another exciting show with mammoth lighting cranes that towered over the audience like terrifying dinosaurs. When the show started, the structured Maison Martin Margiela silhouettes were spot-lit in a captivating performance, which ended with giant glitter balls and bubbles falling like snow over the audience. The final show of the day was Yohji Yamamoto where the hair was super cool - half flyaway bouffant and half slick block colour in red and pink. I also loved the random love hearts painted in black and dotted up girl’s legs and up the spine in a palette of red, shocking pink and of course Yohji’s signature black. In the words of Kitty Potter it’s been "pret a go go go."