I wake up at 6 a.m., then go to the Ritz Health Club. I go for a swim and then to the hamman (steam sauna). I love the Hotel Ritz. I always stay in the same room, which makes me feel at home. And I love the swimming pool. The floor of the pool has a gold mosaic of a siren, and every time I go for swim I touch her long hair.
I have a Japanese breakfast (salmon, miso soup, eggs, and coffee) in my room. My open window faces the garden. It’s an amazing moment.
Once I’m done with breakfast, I go through my e-mails and phone calls and make appointments. As I work, I mentally review the conversation I had with Cédric Charbit, who’s the buyer at Printemps, yesterday at the Nina Ricci show. I always talk with him during the fashion week because I like to hear the commercial point of view. I’m first of all a consumer and then a collector of fashion. It’s very interesting to talk to him, because he’s a very smart person who also has a point of view about things like imagery, not just the commercial side of things.
I choose my outfit for the day. I’ve got a big wardrobe and all my clothes are very well displayed. I decide on a black cotton suit from Stella McCartney, a Chanel bag, Alaïa sandals, and David Webb necklace. I LOVE jewelry because it makes the look personal.
Me, George, and Saori have our first appointment with Tom Binns at Hotel Lotti. We see some very nice new African-inspired pieces in silver.
The next appointment is at Revillon to see mon ami Peter Dundas. I give him a kiss for an amazing collection of light, slick, elegant furs and intarsia work in a pale palette.
I have a quick lunch with Ashley Heath, a friend who is the editor of Quest Edition. We discuss the shows so far.
It’s time to get ready for the Dior show, which is full of celebrities, camera crews, paparazzi, etc. To make my outfit more fun, I’ve put on a hat and Balenciaga stilettos. I like to wear evening outfits in the sunlight.
I start to organize all my appointments with photographers and agencies. Since this season is really short and intense, these appointments make my work easier.
Then I go to the Isabel Marant show. It’s very cool and fresh. I thought it was a very smart collection with a “now” attitude.
The Undercover presentation. It’s a brilliant white collection that looks like angels in a field with little animals made of pearls and straw.
It’s the twentieth anniversary of Maison Martin Margiela, and it’s an extraordinary show—strong, sharp, and lots of fun.
We’re running late. I change my clothes (into a black feathered Alessandro Dell’Acqua) in the car to go to the opening of the Patrick Demarchelier exhibit at the Petit Palais. From there, we’ll head to Yohji Yamamoto. Purple magazine invited me to the dinner tonight at Le Baron, which is the best nightclub in Paris, but I think I will be too tired to go.
We arrive at the Patrick Demarchelier party. All the world is here. It’s very definitely a big event! We jump in to say “Bravo!” to Patrick, then head off to Yohji, which starts at 9:45 p.m. He shows a poetic silhouette, long and slim. I’m tired, but as usual, it’s a great show.