a day in the life of jessica stam
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When Stam was told her car was picking her up at 6:30 a.m. on Wednesday morning for the Lagerfeld Gallery presentation, she nixed any plans of going out the night before. “Although, look, it’s still technically nighttime,” she jokes as we pull up to the Louvre before sunrise, her ever-present Starbucks cup in hand.
After the Lagerfeld Gallery show, Stam throws her typical fashion week look back on—a Sophomore T-shirt, “because they’re the most comfortable ones I’ve found”; Dior Homme jeans; and Christian Louboutin pumps—and squeezes in an interview with Agyness Deyn.
As we walk from Lagerfeld Gallery through the tourist crowds and gift shops of the Carrousel du Louvre to Valentino, Stam deadpans, “Should we get a lollipop in the shape of the Eiffel Tower?” Once at Valentino, she heads straight for makeup artist extraordinaire Pat McGrath. “Pat has this vibrant personality, quick sense of humor, and endless creativity.”
“Without this guy, I wouldn’t make it to any of the shows,” Stam says of her driver, Jean Michel. “He’s like a big brother now.” As Jean Michel delivers her from the Dries Van Noten show to the Loewe show, he reminds her of her schedule, takes a Starbucks order (“He doesn’t have to do that,” Stam gushes, “but he does ’cause he likes me. All the other girls are very jealous”), and tells her where they’ll meet after the show.
There must be something in the water at Stella McCartney’s studio: At the designer’s fitting, no less than three pregnant women adjust Stam’s looks, including the designer herself (she’s seven months along with number three, “but still beaming, even through the stress,” Stam says). Here Stam clowns around with casting director James Scully on her way out. “James and I have a relationship based on compassion and a mutual love of coffee,” she confides. “During the New York shows he gave me a Starbucks gift card—it made my day.”
Finally, Stam gets a chance to eat and catch up with friends, including Mary-Kate Olsen, Christian Dior’s Alexis Roche, and Proenza Schouler’s Shirley Cook. They consider the Hôtel Costes for dinner, but decide to avoid the lobby scene and opt for an Italian restaurant in the Marais, where every pub is tuned to the European rugby matches. “I feel awkward wearing couture when everyone else here is wearing rugby jerseys and jeans,” Stam teases. Believe it or not, in some parts of Paris, more attention is being paid to sports than fashion week.
The last appointment on Stam’s schedule is a party at Parisian hot spot Le Baron that she’s hosting with Carmen Kass for a yet-to-open, eco-friendly club in New York. “Everyone is asking what tips I have on getting green,” Stam says on the dance floor. “I feel silly saying, ‘Buy hybrids and recycle.’ But listen, I actually recycle, and I actually drive a hybrid!” If it continues to bother her, she can always borrow Carmen’s answer: “I tell everyone to shower with a friend.”
Finally, a mere 19 hours after starting her day in sunrise shades at the Louvre, Stam climbs into her hybrid and heads back to her hotel. “It’s a wild month of my life,” she says. “But I love it. I love fashion and I love the shows.” She had better: Her call time for Stella McCartney is in seven hours.