I'm doing low-key assistant work for some American buyers who are in town for the shows this week. I'm assuming I won't get fired for showing a few of the prettier invitations here.
The one above is for the very amazing designer Martin Grant.
I'm working for them from their hotel, the Montalembert. Room service from Joel Robuchon's kitchen next door!
The end!
I was heading to the Hotel Montalembert last night to sort invitations, to work. At Odeon, I saw a woman cross the street. First I noticed her ankle boots, then the shorts rolled up on her bare legs, then her coat-- a thin parka cut with puffy, quilted sections.
No one I knew, but still, I knew.
In her hand, she clutched this:
And even if I wasn’t going with her-- no, I won't be going to many shows this season, sorry--how happy are we that the Sartorialist was?
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