V.F.P.

As in Very Fashionnable People.

Okay nobody mentioning Michael in a fashion show yet...just everywhere we go you hear a song from him. So much that the Ponystep had two songs from him in one night.

So let's talk about the saturday night at Regine, the monthly Ponystep with the best DJ's and all the beautiful people already met at the fashion shows this week.

As you come in(too soon even after midnight) you see Igor dancing in an Extra large T-shirt with a Madonna print on his pogo sticks making the party a bit of a show in the sound of "disco girl". You drink a beer, look around, smoke a cigarette and then everybody is there. Regine filled in in ten minutes.

You go and say hello to everyone. You watch a famous model doing a teenage like choreography with some friends (okay I never remeber the names but I remember him from the levi's 501 campaign...shoot what's the name), then you meet another one in the toiletsas he tells you: "wait she's going to put in some tissue, there's no more" the dream of a beautiful guy from dazed and confusel falls all down!

Anyway, all trough the evening you just watch beautiful guys and some really stylish girls in the highest heels and Haley who goes crazy around with the youngest of the future parisian generation.You meet Sasha Hilton's flash. You go for another cigarette. Then you just dance yourself trough the night (Thank Yuani and Ray, and your gorgeous friends). There's a girl who stops by evry stylish guy put's on his jacket hugs him ang get's photographed by her girlfriend and there are plenty guys with tailored jackets!!!

On the way home you just wish some of your other friends were there...

Day after. Sunday, late afternoon, you have the perfect fashion gay day.

You meet your choreographer friend with his a ballet dancer friend. You are in Marais. Go to the Summer fair, where they only have stuff for girls but you're a shopaholic. So now you're having a girly necklace with a pink Barbie shoe on it (mattel industry is deeply rooted in my childhood ) and a flashy Burfitt t-shirt in memory to your internship as a stylist just next to the press agency of the brand...who cares you borrowed a 50 to grab a cab the day before and you didn't need it...now you owe 10 more to another friend, but there were 4 extra euros off on the necklace.

Few moments later you're sitting on a terasse drinking Caïpirinha and looking at the guys walking around. Talk about them, sex and fashion world. You see Jacques Shu and realise probably everybody likes him. You try to find some vine glasses, but after seven o'clock everything is closed. Weird city!

Hours later, at home you you watch all your new facebook friends pictures and wish you'll get some invites for the Haute Couture!

Fashion life in Paris is beautiful!

P.S.: okay Paul Smith and Hermès did the MJ thing:)