PARIS–Yesterday was a bit lazy. I went to Céline, wrote, met some friends for cocktails at Hotel Costes (where, I discovered, the entire fashion industry spends their downtime), and that was it.
Until, surely enough, that was not it. Fashionista contributor Alice asked if I’d like to go to the opening reception for A Shaded View on Fashion 3 at BETC, hosted by the one-and-only Diane Pernet. Of course I did!
The actual festival was at the end of September, but ad agency BETC is screening some of the films at their space on the rue du Faubourg Saint-Martin for the next two days. Last night, along with a projection of three of the selected films, there was a live performance by Sayoko Paris and an installation of beautiful masks by Paris artists Theo Mercier & Jeremy Piningre.
There were also just tons of kids hanging out, drinking vodka. The space, incredibly raw, reminded us of East London. “They’ve recreated Shoreditch!” laughed Alice.
But soon enough, we had to leave the safe confines of Ms. Pernet’s lair for something a bit more unorthodox. At least for me. It was off to VIP–yep, that’s what it’s called–for Fendi’s Paris party. (You know, the one where Beth Ditto played a couple of years ago.)
There were plenty of bold-faced names in the crowd, from Patrick Demarchelier to Alessandra Ambrosio, and after a few glasses of Champagne, it was time for Duran Duran–that’s right, “Hungry Like a Wolf”–to take the stage. VIP is a real disco–the floors are glittery, there are sparkles everywhere–so it was all pretty entertaining.
Especially because I ran into the elusive James Goldstein (pictured), who sits front row at every fashion show but has no discernible connection to the industry. Why does he sit front row? “I’m a notable person,” he told me. And according to his Wikipedia page, that’s true. The multi-millionaire, whose house has been featured everywhere from Arc Digest to The New York Times, is an “NBA super fan” who attends over 100 games each season.
The Goldstein mystery solved, it was time for steak frites.