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a view to the kills at longchamp



After the fashion flock made peace with the fact that last night’s Longchamp party, featuring the Kills in concert, was indeed a store event and not—as some, like Olivier Theyskens, thought—an underground, word-of-mouth-only show, they attempted to accurately label the scene. “I think it’s very nineties here tonight,” said Roland Mouret of the party in the Montmartre district of Paris, organized by Longchamp to celebrate its 60th anniversary. “More late nineties, though, like when Helmut Lang still showed here.” Rachel Zoe argued that his reference was a tad late. “No, this is definitely mid-nineties rave,” she countered. “Look how those people are dancing.” The cultural debate didn’t stop there: Lou Doillon felt it had more of a gothic flair (hence the taxidermied bat in her mane), while zigzag knit heiress Margherita Missoni was just pleased that there were temporary tattoos being handed out. “C’mon, I love bright colors and busy prints,” she said, blotting a fluorescent tattoo onto one shoulder blade. “It’s in my blood.” We’ll be democratic and agree with everyone. Indeed, there were swirls on the walls and the floors reminded more than one person of an acid trip, and there was a certain rave-y quality to the French revelers—but for Alison Mosshart, the female half of the Kills, it was just another hot performance. “This party was good and sweaty,” she said backstage after her concert, where she had two fans aimed at her damp black locks. “But I love playing a fashion gig. It always seem like people are up for a wild night.”

Photo: Courtesy of Longchamp

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