It’s been a mildly social Paris fashion week. Everyone seems more enamored of day life than night this season and most of the fun has been in café and on side street run-ins. Julia Muggenburg introduced me to Ferdi, a tiny Venezuelan restaurant on Rue Mont Thabor (the Maria Luisa Street) and I’m told Maria Luisa’s sister owns it. The food is tasty so I understand the draw beyond the Maria Luisa association. Among other recognizable faces, Cathy Horyn and Esteban Cortazar were tucked in a booth (not at same time) during my lunchtime visit.
I haven’t been making the cocktail rounds but on Friday night, I went to the Loewe cocktail. It was suitably early and I wanted to see the latest from the house now that Stuart Vevers is creative directing. I didn’t see any clothes but there were some delicious classic looking accessories. I sipped on lobster bisque, frois gras and mushroom soup. By then it was too late to make the Maria Luisa collection launch at Printemps so I headed to art director Linda Ma’s Paris digs for a late evening hangout with all the Italians.
Attending Premiere Classe means stacking up on B12 and digging deep to walk the aisles, say hellos and suss out the trends. After a quick fly by Tranoi at the Louvre, I made the rounds of at Premiere Classe and was quite taken by the return to classic that dominated the trends, think Americana (see review later this week).
Most of Sunday was about Givenchy. After taking in the show, I waited with the Italians till Ricki (Tisci) was done with all his interviews (2 or so hours after the show), to say our hellos and congrats. That turned into an hour of cocktails and cigarettes (for everyone else), Perrier for me. Then dinner at Café Ruc(first this season), then onto Maxims (which felt like déjà vu from last season) where I lost my phone.