Irié's stock.
I hope you know who is Irié! A japanese creator based in Paris who used and abused stretch, pearls and floral prints beginning in 1983 and literally constructing the commercial interest of rue du Pré-aux-Clercs at the left bank of Paris.
The other day as we prepared the sales (because aditionnaly I work as a sales assistant for Mister Irié) I had the luck of visiting his stock placed 45, rue de Lille. For the stylists and movie costume designers I only can compare this place to Les mauvais garçons(costume rental next to nation). The stock is a huge loft filled with 26 years of inspiration and collection archives, and event the left materials. All from the eighties untill today with on a mezanine boxes filled with runway shoes and accessories. Prints, textiles, emroderies, séquins. It's a pure crazyness for an aspiring stylist.
I just hope that one day he will open his archives for a bunch of stylists an costumers, because I was under a shock of this hidden treasure and right now I'm realising there must be plenty others to discover all around Paris.
That could be my quest. Visit the archives of more fashion brands. I'm sur it can bring eternal inspiration.
By the way that is what Peter Dundas made for his first collection by Pucci and the brand just seems transformed upon it!
dimanche 5 juillet 2009
dimanche 28 juin 2009
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:)
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:)
vendredi 26 juin 2009
A big loss!
So today we lost a huge musician and a beauty!
I wanted to talk about the fashion week and the parties. But today my sister woke me uop crying because Farah Fawcett and Michael Jackson were dead.
Honestly I'm not as sad as the year where Gianni, Diana and mother Teresa left us, but there were tears going down my face. Now what I find interesting is the timing! Right in the middle of men fashion week in Paris.
As well as the next week Haute Couture could not be interrupted by honours to the two i'm sure we are going to have some special projection of Michael in the parisian shows a,nd let's not talk about the fact that all the parties are going to fiest in the sound of Michael.
The sales are going to jump for the CD and Charlies Angels are gonna come back to the fashion. Maybe the next season is going to be even more seventies( we're going to see that in october) because Loosing farah is loosing a huge seventies icon).
So I've been to a fashion show yesterday and it was akward as all the fashion happenings..;but let's talk about this later.
I wanted to talk about the fashion week and the parties. But today my sister woke me uop crying because Farah Fawcett and Michael Jackson were dead.
Honestly I'm not as sad as the year where Gianni, Diana and mother Teresa left us, but there were tears going down my face. Now what I find interesting is the timing! Right in the middle of men fashion week in Paris.
As well as the next week Haute Couture could not be interrupted by honours to the two i'm sure we are going to have some special projection of Michael in the parisian shows a,nd let's not talk about the fact that all the parties are going to fiest in the sound of Michael.
The sales are going to jump for the CD and Charlies Angels are gonna come back to the fashion. Maybe the next season is going to be even more seventies( we're going to see that in october) because Loosing farah is loosing a huge seventies icon).
So I've been to a fashion show yesterday and it was akward as all the fashion happenings..;but let's talk about this later.
dimanche 21 juin 2009
Blessed by Yves Saint Laurent.
I certainly know why I came to this world!
Back, when my soul was wondering around somwhere above I must have been looking down to the earth thinking: hell that's a beautiful place. Countryside, seas and the beautiful architecture and love couples. But that wasn't enough for me to move my soul down here.
The important moment must have been when my eyes landed on Paris. Certainly during a fashion week. Balençiaga and Yves Saint-Laurent attracted me down to this planet!
So by the winter 1985 I decided to custom myself a human body. And than began a long journey. I landed in a central european country. My dreams when I was little were to become a princess, than less exclusive, to work in a toy store. I loved dolls and mostly Barbie by Mattel. I admit I always was a little brand oriented. But anyway I learned to write Barbie before I actually learned to write.
At junior high school I wanted to be an actor/dancer/singer. I watched MTV all the day long and dreamed about moving to New York, studying in the same drama school as Jennifer Aniston and Eagle Eye Cherry. Remind, I always get accused of being a drama queen. And of course attend the madison square events dressed in Gucci and Prada, Dolce& Gabbana ( do you remember that men collection with beautiful cardigans emroderied with huge flowers and those endless scarfs, that made me love fashion!!!!).
And than just at time for the high school I got back to my first passion. The fashion. I went to see a fashion designer back in my country and she told I should move to a more fashion oriented place.
So five years ago I took my bag (40 kilos) and landed at my sisters appartement in Paris.
First I was a tourist. Walking all over the city. I soon found my favorite walk. The fashion triangle: up the Saint Honoré avenue, down the George V avenue and back up the Montaigne avenue. These three avenues are the luxurious window. All the brands are in and it get's better and better every year. Even if there is a Zara across the new Cavalli building as well.
With the time I met some people at school and at work went to parties. Spent some time in front of the fashion shows watching how the people who get in look. Watched SATC for a million times and sent several CV's and cover letters.
Than one day I got accepted for an internship in a press agency, than for another. I met stylists and I got to touch real designer clothes, try some of them on. It was a dream come truth. Being an assistant, talking to models, hairstylists and photographers. But sometimes you need to have a reality holiday on your dream.
So I went for a sales assistant position. It makes me stare at various people all the day and gives me enough money to buy my magazines and go out every now with those fashionnable Paris people.
And now I offically have the ilness. The one Sophie Kinsella is writing about. I'm a shopaholic. I bought a vintage Yves Saint-Laurent Trench coat. I mean I actually spent money I didn't really have for a designer cloth I don't reasonnably need.
But here's where it get's complicated. The moment I entered the shop of Iglaïne my eyes fell on a pair of a YSL pumps(fortunetly too small) and than as my friend triend on some waistcoat I had to look around the trenchcoats hanging just behind. The first one was a disaster working blue, too large, too short, so I thought I just wasn't a trench coat type...but then I took out the second one. The color, an almost classical beige in a slightly moustard shadow, the size a perfect fit, the length perfect for a silhouette. At the very moment I saw myself wearing it in a mirror my eyes vent wet and I remembered a client of mine who says she only buys dresses that cry for her to buy them. This trench coat was literraly SCREAMING at me!
I had to go straight to the bank to pay in cash and I was shaky for few hours after. But I'm happy and will be even happier when I'll be able to wear it, so that it doesn't have to scream alone on a hanger anymore...sometimes mid august!
So now I know why I came to this world. I'm here to help all those screaming and crying designer clothes to find a person to wear them.
Right now I'm on my way back to sent CV's and cover letters to magazines to assist again and touch those wonderful creations!
Back, when my soul was wondering around somwhere above I must have been looking down to the earth thinking: hell that's a beautiful place. Countryside, seas and the beautiful architecture and love couples. But that wasn't enough for me to move my soul down here.
The important moment must have been when my eyes landed on Paris. Certainly during a fashion week. Balençiaga and Yves Saint-Laurent attracted me down to this planet!
So by the winter 1985 I decided to custom myself a human body. And than began a long journey. I landed in a central european country. My dreams when I was little were to become a princess, than less exclusive, to work in a toy store. I loved dolls and mostly Barbie by Mattel. I admit I always was a little brand oriented. But anyway I learned to write Barbie before I actually learned to write.
At junior high school I wanted to be an actor/dancer/singer. I watched MTV all the day long and dreamed about moving to New York, studying in the same drama school as Jennifer Aniston and Eagle Eye Cherry. Remind, I always get accused of being a drama queen. And of course attend the madison square events dressed in Gucci and Prada, Dolce& Gabbana ( do you remember that men collection with beautiful cardigans emroderied with huge flowers and those endless scarfs, that made me love fashion!!!!).
And than just at time for the high school I got back to my first passion. The fashion. I went to see a fashion designer back in my country and she told I should move to a more fashion oriented place.
So five years ago I took my bag (40 kilos) and landed at my sisters appartement in Paris.
First I was a tourist. Walking all over the city. I soon found my favorite walk. The fashion triangle: up the Saint Honoré avenue, down the George V avenue and back up the Montaigne avenue. These three avenues are the luxurious window. All the brands are in and it get's better and better every year. Even if there is a Zara across the new Cavalli building as well.
With the time I met some people at school and at work went to parties. Spent some time in front of the fashion shows watching how the people who get in look. Watched SATC for a million times and sent several CV's and cover letters.
Than one day I got accepted for an internship in a press agency, than for another. I met stylists and I got to touch real designer clothes, try some of them on. It was a dream come truth. Being an assistant, talking to models, hairstylists and photographers. But sometimes you need to have a reality holiday on your dream.
So I went for a sales assistant position. It makes me stare at various people all the day and gives me enough money to buy my magazines and go out every now with those fashionnable Paris people.
And now I offically have the ilness. The one Sophie Kinsella is writing about. I'm a shopaholic. I bought a vintage Yves Saint-Laurent Trench coat. I mean I actually spent money I didn't really have for a designer cloth I don't reasonnably need.
But here's where it get's complicated. The moment I entered the shop of Iglaïne my eyes fell on a pair of a YSL pumps(fortunetly too small) and than as my friend triend on some waistcoat I had to look around the trenchcoats hanging just behind. The first one was a disaster working blue, too large, too short, so I thought I just wasn't a trench coat type...but then I took out the second one. The color, an almost classical beige in a slightly moustard shadow, the size a perfect fit, the length perfect for a silhouette. At the very moment I saw myself wearing it in a mirror my eyes vent wet and I remembered a client of mine who says she only buys dresses that cry for her to buy them. This trench coat was literraly SCREAMING at me!
I had to go straight to the bank to pay in cash and I was shaky for few hours after. But I'm happy and will be even happier when I'll be able to wear it, so that it doesn't have to scream alone on a hanger anymore...sometimes mid august!
So now I know why I came to this world. I'm here to help all those screaming and crying designer clothes to find a person to wear them.
Right now I'm on my way back to sent CV's and cover letters to magazines to assist again and touch those wonderful creations!
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