Tents pop up in the Tuileries gardens, hundreds of photographers mill around the Grand Palais trying to snap celebrities, and Le Meurice hotel is abuzz with trunk shows and models. It’s Paris Fashion Week.
11:10 a.m. Invitation in hand (it’s too big to fit in my vintage YSL clutch) I jump into my Uber and head in the direction of the Tuileries garden. We pull up at the Westin Hotel (not an ordinary Westin, this one has golden lampposts flanking its grand doors) for the Spring/Summer ’17 show of Ziad Nakad, a Lebanese-born couturier popular in the Middle East.
A few days later, I head to the Grand Palais between the Tuileries gardens and the Champs Elysees, where Chanel always has their show. Next year, though, it will move to The Ritz Hotel nearby (which has just finished a major renovation) and was the legendary home of Coco Chanel for many years. I don’t have an invitation to today’s show, but like a lot of the people here, I’m interested in the spectacle of it all – people dressed to the nines in their double CCs– even dressing their dogs and their babies.