At first I didn’t realise it was Fashion Week. In Paris, there are always androgynous men in kilts stalking the boulevards and straggle-haired waifs who’ve forgotten their skirts rushing from one shoot to another, but there did seem to be more men with nose rings and Louis Vuitton city-shorts prancing about than usual. We passed a crowd of black-clad votaries standing in the icy lemon sunshine on the Avenue George V. I asked a photographer what they were waiting for. ‘Le défilé de Givenchy,’ he snapped, as if only a fool could be unaware it was the third day of Menswear Paris Fashion Week Fall/Winter 2024-25. At least he did me the honour of replying in French.
Speaking of straggle-haired waifs, Kate Moss celebrated her 50th here and threw a party at the Ritz. Trooper that she is, she arrived in a sketchy lace dress from New York Vintage and strappy sandals, her only concession to the big freeze being a slippery cape with champagne lining (as the required thermals plus duvet coat would have made for somewhat less wriggly and sparkly paparazzi pics).
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