I’d never been to a fashion show before last Thursday. What the hell right? A well turned out and effortlessly stylish girl who doesn’t sit FROW twice a year? Jokes aside, my dear friend Roxie, owner of super chic styling company, RAWAN was making her way to Paris for the Roland Mouret show. Being the total babe she is, she asked me to come along for my first taste of runway life.
I’ve always wanted to be one of those achingly cool girls in the kooky outfits, chatting about all the shows I frequent at fashion week so naturally I was all over this trip like Jessica Simpson on a buttered Pop Tart. I’m not the trendiest chick this side of the bloggesphere but luckily Roxie had all the fashion bases covered. Despite the unexpected Parisian heat, the girls blow dry bounced from start to finish. Roxie rocks a look that’s Carine Roitfield meets Bridget Bardot so it’s easy to see why so many women seek her fashion council. She also changed my life when she taught me how to streamline pack!
The Roland Mouret show was a drapery orgasm. It featured a kaleidoscopic array of bright pastel satin, colour blocking and an unexpected fluttering hemline or two. I have the utmost respect for Mouret for his dedication to flattering women. This collection re imagines the women he dresses, making her younger and sexier with bands of PVC and body-con draping although sharp tailoring and femininity prevail.
“THESE are girls I used to see at the end of the Eighties when we went from Le Palace to Les Bain Douche. They were harder and sexier – they were sweatier in fact.”
Here’s a round up of our twenty four fun filled hours of fashion, profiteroles, leathers and steak.