Andrea Crews Fall 2011: A Fashion Rave In the Pigalle

PARIS--For those of you who don’t know Maroussia Rebecq aka Andrea Crews, she is what Christopher Kane is to England-–except she shows in a city where, unlike London, experimentation is rare and often frowned upon (trust me on that one, I grew up in Paris, and anything but black received a cold sneer). Her brand is also an art collective: not only does the designer and her team make clothes mostly out of recycled garments, but they also have frequent, wild performances all over town. By now, Maroussia’s shows are known to be the most eccentric and humorous of Paris Fashion Week.
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PARIS--For those of you who don’t know Maroussia Rebecq aka Andrea Crews, she is what Christopher Kane is to England-–except she shows in a city where, unlike London, experimentation is rare and often frowned upon (trust me on that one, I grew up in Paris, and anything but black received a cold sneer). Her brand is also an art collective: not only does the designer and her team make clothes mostly out of recycled garments, but they also have frequent, wild performances all over town. By now, Maroussia’s shows are known to be the most eccentric and humorous of Paris Fashion Week.
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PARIS--For those of you who don’t know Maroussia Rebecq aka Andrea Crews, she is what Christopher Kane is to England-–except she shows in a city where, unlike London, experimentation is rare and often frowned upon (trust me on that one, I grew up in Paris, and anything but black received a cold sneer).

Her brand is also an art collective: not only does the designer and her team make clothes mostly out of recycled garments, but they also have frequent, wild performances all over town. By now, Maroussia’s shows are known to be the most eccentric and humorous of Paris Fashion Week.

Yesterday, she didn’t fail to wow us. The show was held at rock concert venue Le Trianon in the heart of Paris’s red light district Pigalle. It kicked off with girls in Beetlejuice-bride looks--silk floor-length dresses and fake blood painted around their eyes--walking slowly to elevator music. All of a sudden, a scream was heard and a herd of kids in black plastic bags held together by Scotch tape and balaclavas on their faces jumped on the catwalk, threw the models head first into potato sacks and ran off with the girls thrown over their shoulders. A curtain, until then covering the stage, was lifted and revealed a stage filled with screaming kids holding props and giant toys, their screams drowning out pounding electro beats. One after the next, they ran down the runway and danced away, much to the delight of the crowd. The clothes were as unwearable as they were entertaining to watch: two sneakers per foot sewn onto each other, duvet covers wrapped around the head, ripped sportswear held together by a single safety pin. And, as always, boobs on display everywhere you look: a girl even walk down totally naked, covering her private bits with a large shawl tied across the body.

The show ended in a giant, rave-like party on and off the stage. Although we’re not sure how applicable the outfits are to daily life, we’re already looking forward to her show next season.

**All photos: Mikel Reyes