I cannot give opinions on anything really. I was only an observer. An observer who adsorbed such familiar surroundings, I've really seen it all before, seen them all before.
The reality of being their almost places one in a calm state of shock. You recognize everyone, know their stories, their lives, if they have a middle name and their recent work and yet...
no one recognizes you or gives one damn what your wearing, your just another groupie with a camera.
Its best to stay discreet, wear all black and focus on those you know are genuine.
What follows next are casual encounters with my creative idols outside Chloe, a 5 second conversation with Emanuelle Alt and inside Elie Saab RTW show.
( How I managed to get tickets deserves a separate post with separate photos)
Lets proceed with photos, shall we? Fashion favorite over-exploited medium.
BEST DRESSED LADY. HANDS DOWN.
(Am I actually passing judgement on the Ex-Editor of Paris Vogue?)
I take back my thoughts. They didn't happen.
"Salut emalluelle, est-il possible de faire une photo de vous?"
"Oui, bien sur" :)
"je vous remercie beaucoup!"
(Happened. Still on cloud nine)
Emmanuelle Alt: Editor-in-Chief of Paris Vogue
READING YOUR LIFE EVERYDAY FOR 4 YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!
She is touching my shoulder. I repeat. she also touched my camera to take a photo of me with Viviana (which turned out terrible). My camera now has magic powers bitches.
And this girl was actually dressed the best, in my humble opinion, and I have not one small clue who she is...and those pantttssss.....
All photos by me :) Please steal first and ask later.x