10/01/08
My friends in the States are always so impressed when I tell them that many fashion shows happen at the Louvre. But really, it's down in the bowels of the museum, where there's a mall rather than artwork. Sephora and Virgin Records are right next door. Trust me, it's not atmospheric. Even if...
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09/30/08
Dior is one of the few shows where the models walk the way people imagine
fashion models walk—all attitude, like Derek Zoolander. I
watched with surprise as the big name girls, usually so cool on the
catwalk, strutted and pranced. Each one put her own bit of flair into
her final pose for the photogs—a coquettish popped shoulder here, an
arm sliding from hip to thigh there...
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09/29/08
If you're like me and have been following fashion weeks in London and Milan on the Web, well, it's been an interesting juxtaposition, hasn't it? Extravagant fashion shows happening at the same time as political drama and a tanking economy.
As headlines told of collapse on Wall Street, the models in Milan were toppling, too—because the shoes were so high and monstrously large. Anyway, now we're in Paris, and things seem to be...
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09/17/08
The song "I Want Candy" was used on a handful of runways this season, most often in the 80s incarnation by the group Bow Wow Wow. I'm sure it's popular because it's upbeat and girly, but the fact that designers are repeatedly using a song released more than 20 years ago (and was used quite recently, and to memorable effect in Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette) seems indicative of the biggest problem at the New York shows: a please-everyone mentality...
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09/12/08
Fashion week is strange. Months and months of work go into a show that happens once and lasts 15 minutes. (After Calvin Klein, I saw some PR girls dramatically collapsing into each other, saying, "It's over, it's really over."). Seeing celebrities starts to feel quite natural, and the fashion people you see every day start to feel like family—albeit a strange sort of family that follows you around every day but rarely speaks to you...
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09/11/08
Sitting in close proximity with strangers on bleachers for several
hours a day, you overhear things while waiting for a show to start.
Yesterday, I overheard one retailer, who was perhaps in her 50s,
talking about how fashion has changed so much since she began in the
business. "There just isn't that one defining look of the season that
you have to have now," she said...
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09/10/08
Chaos. That was the scene at the New York Armory at Lexington and 25th, where Marc Jacobs held both of his shows (one for his main collection and another for his Marc by Marc line). Spindly-heeled passengers spilled out of black cars gathered in a giant bottleneck. Flashbulbs were going off everywhere. Walking to the armory from the East Village, I rounded the corner and heard a man say in his thick New York accent, "Look over dere. It's all the fashionistas, goin' to see...
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09/09/08
MARC JACOBS
I was speaking with a few fashion friends who are European, and they were saying how visiting New York makes them feel like they're in a movie. What New York gives them is a strong emotional experience. This is what fashion, at its best, should do. Marc Jacobs delivered that on Monday night, judging by the reactions of hard-nosed editors and reporters. Definitely a YSL tribute mixed with so many other elements: a tribute to America, to the American abroad. And all this set to Gershwin music! It slayed me...
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09/09/08
Two days feels like two weeks when you are counting your life
in high-heel time. Let me explain high-heel time. High-heel time
moves like regular time if you're seated. If you're walking, it feels
double as long as normal time. And during those moments spent
shuffling oh-so-slowly down the bleachers and towards the door—leaving a fashion show is very similar to leaving a small concert—high-heel time means...
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09/08/08
At the Gap presentation on Sunday afternoon, the first spring
collection under creative director Patrick Robinson, power editors
buzzed around drinking fruit punch and looking totally unfazed by
the heat. After spending a summer away from the fashion scene, the
clothes on the editors' backs looked shockingly good. I'm
seeing a lot of summer looks still—gladiator heels, harem pants,
paper-thin T-shirts (the 300-dollar variety that drape in a lovely
way but pill the instant you touch them, god forbid you carry a
handbag...
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48.0F
Chicago's fashion news editor Elisabeth Fourmont takes you from the front rows of the runway to behind the scenes at the designer ateliers and parties of Paris and New York Fashion Weeks. She also chats with Chicago retailers and models in town for the shows, and posts snapshots of the runway, the streets, and all things aesthetically pleasing. Elsewhere, you can find Elisabeth writing about fashion and France on her personal blog, La Coquette.
