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the worst things to ever happen to fashion:
- fake pockets
- making every single shirt see through
- seriously why does it have to be see through
- what is the fucking point i just have to wear another tank top or cami underneath it
- it literally defeats the purpose of being a shirt
- and every single shirt is see through these days this annoys me more than fake pockets and trust me that is an issue
Romantic dresses at Sophie Theallet photographed by Taylor Aube
I remember as I was waiting backstage at the show, EVERYONE was speaking French. From Anais Mali chatting up famed hairstylist Frédéric Fekkai to fashionably clad français mingling over some cocktails, it all reminded me of my adventures in Paris.
I had returned to the US about a month before, so I was eavesdropping on every conversation I could hear. I wanted to join the conversations because I had SO much to say, but I was too shy. There were two older women sitting next to me talking about Paris. I decided that my will was stronger than my fear so I politely entered the conversation, saying that I just moved back from studying in abroad in the city of love. They were delighted and we all started talking. The look on French people’s faces when I speak French is priceless. They always have a huge smile and encouraging eyes. I know they are happy to hear me trying to speak their language. It gives me confidence in the strangest way.
So anyways, us three were talking about Paris, how romantic it is and all the amazing things to do there. I was telling them that I went to Paris Fashion Week before, but that was my first time at New York Fashion Week. One of the women asked me if I had heard of the designer before. I said I knew well known people like Michelle Obama have worn the designs before and the designer is French, and maybe that’s why there were so many French people backstage.
Suddenly, a PR person came over and said “Sophie, we are ready,” and at that everyone scattered to where they needed to be. One of the women got up and smiled at me as she walked backstage.