Who knew what to expect at the launch of Ronnie Wood’s collection for Liberty? Retired rocker turned rehabber turned artist turned designer collaborates with one of London’s most beloved and historic stores? In all my fashion experience, this was definitely a new one.
And of course, it was a blast. With a capital B. Not just because of the party, (which yes, was fun), but because me, Mr. Wood and my Paris partner-in-crime hung out on the sidewalk for half an hour laughing and causing a scene. Sure, nothing major. Just us and a Rolling Stone and a couple of cigarettes and a lot of laughs on the streets of Paris.
Um, okay.

(Sidenote: I didn’t actually grow up with the Stones. I do still know they’re a giant deal, but I was able to sit back and enjoy my time with the guy like he was anyone else—albeit a very cool anyone else.) But even if I could forget for a few minutes, the gravity of the situation dawned on me when a WWD reporter, with pen and pad in hand, was approached by the PR who inquired if the journalist wanted an interview. To which the journalist sheepishly replied, “No…I want an autograph,” and then asked Mr. Wood for two.
Anyway, his artwork, the colorful prints they screen printed onto accessories and shirts, was quite cute. We don’t know if we agree with him calling himself a ‘designer,’ but we’ll go with ‘accomplished artist’ and don’t think he’ll be disappointed.
—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN