Yesterday marked my first Sonia Rykiel show.
(I actually tried to go to the 40th Anniversary bash a few seasons ago, but it was my first season in Paris and a 60€ taxi ride later, I ended up in a suburban French forest, convinced I'd never find my way home. And since the show still hadn't started at 11pm, I ran outside and grabbed the first taxi dropping off another party goer. Anyway, the wait was worth it.)
It was particularly hard not to stare at Carine Roitfeld's boots once inside. The room was dark and the gold buttons reaching up past her knees glowed down the runway. The paparazzi ditched Leigh Lezark the minute Beth Ditto entered the room; she sat down next to Carine.
Someone leaned over and asked me, "Did they really just put Grace Coddington in between Beth Ditto and Carine Roitfeld?"
No, that's Sonia Rykiel.
The show started and everyone smiled. Usually, when models are told to smile or have fun on the runway the whole thing looks like an overly made up cartoon, but whether it was the pompoms on their heads or the energy of a Rykiel show the smiles were genuine. After a minute, the front row beamed back.
Nathalie Rykie's collection was just as sincere: thin layered knits, slinky knit dresses in pale greys & pink, slouchy knit jumpsuits, subtle stripes wrapped around sweaters and leggings. The whole thing was topped off with an explosion of marabou dresses and coats in pale pink, beige and army green set to Nirvana's All Apologies--basically, it was perfect.