Isabel Marant showed in her usual spot at Couvent des Cordeliers. However, the attendance this season had tripled, if not quadrupled. Fresh off the insanely successful opening of her first New York City shop, this super down-to-earth designer showed a low-key collection of what Rizzo from Grease would be rockin’ if she were in high school today (e.g., pink denim paired with an embroidered silk bomber jacket). Lots of cut-off shorts, sweatshirts and mesh tanks sent out an LA vibe that read, “Easy clothes for cool girls.” I am particularly psyched about the quilted red bandana jacket.
One of the best things about Paris—more so than then any other fashion capital—is the disparity in styles presented during Fashion Week. After Marant’s progressive cool, Alber Elbaz honored the audience at Lanvin with his always innovative, highly feminine and classically beautiful, yet somehow undeniably modern creations. The no-fail recipe results from Elbaz’s impeccable talent for color pairing and his true love for the female form.
After an early evening snack break, I headed over to the Les Beaux-Arts de Paris to see the sophomore collection of 19-year-old Brazilian designer Pedro Lourenco. After only one season, the young designer has already secured production backing from powerhouse KCD and the support of countryman Francisco Costa of Calvin Klein, who was in the audience. Lourenco quelled anticipation with a nearly all-leather collection. The exception was an inset of transparent tulle, which outlined the body to impressive effect. The leather blocks seemed to float and curve, creating geometric shapes. Strong black-and-white looks recalled ’60s Pierre Cardin and Courreges.
The day’s shows behind me, I decide to meet up with friends for a cocktail at Colette. We were there to celebrate Tom Sachs’ store-in-a-mobile-trunk (essentially a retrospective) and Basement Crew (a Sachs-curated exhibition of three multimedia artists). Simultaneously, on the other side of the shop, there was another store-within-a-box. This one was big and orange and created by the house of Hermès. Its insides were draped with iconic silk scarves or as the French call them des carres Hermès. The orange box was there to promote a design collaboration with Colette as well as the hipster streetstyle site J’Aime mon carré, which the storied house launched a few months back.
Oh my God, I was late for the opening of an exhibition by artist Olaf Breuning at the new Surface to Air flagship in the Marais. Stranded on rue Saint-Honoré as the skies unleashed a torrential downpour, I searched desperately for a taxi. 45 minutes later, drenched, hungry and grumpy, an off-duty cabbie took pity and picked me up. The newly opened boutique was packed to the max, but even after a glass of champagne, I couldn’t quite motivate to the after-party at Le Baron.