Emailing ticket requests from Vice for the Paris fashion week menswear shows was never going to impress the snobbier Parisian press people. However, this was actually a blessing and meant I could just go to see the designers I really like. As anyone who’s ever written reports of shows will know, they mostly involve waiting around for ages, getting really hot, being bored to death, hating yourself for really wanting a better seat and wondering how someone who has spent six years at fashion college has such bad taste. Then you have to lie and write that the shows were great anyway otherwise your magazine won’t get their advertising. Read more »
Paris Fashion Week - Final spluttering farts of photography
In Paris they grow them beautiful. After four days over there though, we’ve had to return to the snowstorm of ugly misanthropy in London. These are some odds and ends which have been lurking at the back of my camera making me sad. Oh well, I heard they’re doing Fashion Week in Jamaica next month, sounds sweet to me.
Paris Fashion Week: Front row and backstage at JC/DC
Dresses that look like Micheal Jackson, a whole lot of illegal (and therefore extra-specially chic) smoking, a chick called Dangerkat with the best haircut in the city, and Fozzie Bear motifs on the credit sheet. JC/DC killed it this time.
Paris Fashion Week - Girlcore Femme Fatale Party
East London’s Girlcore collective headed for Paris for Fashion Week and, as far as we can tel made the classiest city on earth look just like Dalston. In a good way.
Paris Fashion Week: Jeremy Scott afterparty
Kanye West at a fashion show? Mark this one under Collector’s Item. Was he here to see the topless transsexual dancers, or just blow off his g’friend in public again? Condemn him on your own terms by checking our AAA photoblog of Paris’ chicest piss-up.
















