paris fashion week: skipping the predictable in favor of club sandwich
With so many parties on last night, how was a girl to choose? Did she attend Karl Lagerfeld‘s Fendi party for Dita Von Teese, where there would no doubt be heavy hitters sipping Champagne in civilized style; Maria Luisa’s party at the Chacha club for an East London vibe; Colette’s “party of the week” at Regine’s (the shop has so many parties that it’s important to know which one is going to be the one); or the Tranoï Eurotrash celebration taking place at Showcase? Or did she blow them all off and head to Club Sandwich’s Parfum de la Nuit at Maxim’s? If she were feeling diligent, she’d head to any of the branded events. But if she were feeling fun, she’d head to Maxim’s. Why? Because the monthly Club Sandwich night has become synonymous with Parisian frivolity—and because, frankly, everyone was talking about it as the secret party of the week. On arrival it was clear that the rumors were true. The transvestites out in force provided entertainment in the form of impromptu private drag shows on the dance floor, Champagne flowed in decadent style, and the electro-pop tunes kept everyone upbeat. And if you were looking for big names, Stefano Pilati and Riccardo Tisci kept the party going almost until the very end.
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