Big problem at the castle! Or “How does Barbara Bush gets in to this parttteeeeee?!”
I’s fashion geek! Great! Collette Opening! Drunks! Photos! Derek Lam cocktail! Shoes we don’t want! Barbara fucking Bush at Le Baron!
I forgot my camera last night, so there will no proof of all the fancy people Rory and I bumped shoulders with last night. So might as well take my word when I tell you that in a melting sea Oliver Zahms, Margerita Missionis, Cobra-Kennedys, Miranda Julys, Busy Pedros and Anouck Lepères Rory’s face emerged dazed and confused to say: “…Some serious VIPs tonight, the United States President’s daughter is here…”
It’s funny to think she must have been there with some CIA/FBI sort of people too, but I suppose they were wearing their stealth suits, so we didn’t see them.
And so, feeling so carefully watched over we danced on. Some lady from California introduced me to vodka water, which is gross. I danced with myself and danced with others, then lost&found my phone.
Rory lost her Charles Anastase coat. I feel her pain.
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People spring up like mushrooms to absorb the colors and forms of their environment. Still so close to the ground we reflect the black and grays of Paris. Sometimes the blues. No worries Anna Wintour says black & blue is ok.
All and all Not too many people were at these parties, it felt slightly different than the other years, a little more tense , maybe this over the top orgy is getting to an end, maybe everyone is at home checking their stocks. Or playing on a carpet with their kids.
For photos check here and here later in the day.
+ Maison Martin Margiela looks amazing!




