if you remember my small adventure from the previous time i came to Paris fashion week, well, history tends to repeat itself so once again Lanvin show was straight after Margiela show, which was 40 minutes delayed. Add a traffic jam and 25 minutes waiting at the same point of the street looking at each other in the shuttle makes a ‘mad me’ arriving at Lanvin by the time the show had started. no seats, no light to find your way to the stairs, all sweating and stressed.
lousy pictures. i promised myself next time i’ll be there an hour earlier no matter what because you really don’t want to see Freja Beha rocking the catwalk in some of the season’s greatest creations from the eighth fucking row.