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2 posts tagged "Regine’s"

blasblog from paris: the le baron-regine express

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Before I came to Paris I was told by very reliable sources that this season’s hot spot would be Régine’s, the storied dance club that’s reached by descending two flights of mirrored staircases. Specifically, I was told it would be this season’s Le Baron, a reference to the smoky club on Avenue Marceau that was the place to be during the Fall collections. Well, I can now report that while Régine’s is officially a hot spot (I’ve been there every night, embarrassingly enough, and have witnessed everyone from Harvey Weinstein to Camilla Al Fayed to Anouck Lepère hitting the dance floor; it’s also where Mary-Kate Olsen made her first Paris fashion week appearance late Tuesday), the club has not exactly replaced Le Baron in popularity. Le Baron owner (and Beatrice Inn partner) André, who took over the lease at Régine’s a month ago, has decided to make it the official post-Baron destination. “It was the weirdest thing on Monday night: It was decided that it was time to go to Régine’s from Le Baron, and everyone just got up and walked out,” Jessica Stam remembered of the Purple magazine party at Le Baron earlier in the week. It was no casual migration: Purple magazine staffers were even shuttling taxis to make sure there were no clubbing casualties. After the Balenciaga party at Le Baron on Tuesday night, once again, all cars headed to Régine’s. “I’m surprised he didn’t get the doubledecker bus again,” Irina Lazareanu said. Well, the week isn’t over yet.

Photo: Francois Durand/Getty Images

a day in the life of: jen brill, photo agent/girl-about-downtown

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Monday, September 29

8 a.m.

Wake up, order coffee, shower, dress. I’m in Paris for the opening of a group show I’ve co-curated with Aaron Bondaroff at Colette. Aaron, who’s sharing his 300-square-foot room with about five other people, is still asleep. I wake them up to ask for an adapter for my cell phone (yikes). I can barely keep my eyes open after a mixture of a late-night at Le Baron and jet lag.

10 a.m.

I arrive at Colette to meet with Sarah Lerfel and to finish installing the show. Things look amazing. The first piece that you see when you walk in is Jim Goldberg’s Confiscated Objects, from his book Raised by Wolves. The print is gorgeous! It’s one of my favorite pieces in the show and I’m thrilled that he’s given it to us to exhibit. Hanna Liden, Leigh Ledare, Kon Trubkovich, Adam McEwen, Rita Ackermann, Richard Kern, Dash Snow, Dan Colen, Aurel Schmidt, Jack Pierson, and Neck Face are some of the 30 artists in the show.


11 a.m.

Aaron is still sleeping.


2:30 p.m.

We finish up at the shop and I walk to Café Flore to meet friends for a snack. No cabs (go figure), so I have no choice but to walk. I bump into a French friend on a motorcycle who I hope is going to offer me a ride to the Boulevard Saint-Germain—but he doesn’t, so I keep walking. I pass the Hôtel de Crillon, where I see gorgeous women in gorgeous fur coats. Only in Paris would you see women in fur in 60-degree weather. Très faboo. I’m wearing a T-shirt.


4:15 p.m.

Finish lunch and meet up with a girlfriend to pick up some tights from Fogal. She gets a call from a friend who’s with a “nurse” who is giving vitamin B injections (how French). We jump into the car and go to the Plaza Athenée. The nurse has left but she’s coming back. We order coffees but I decide to skip the injection and leave.


4:30 p.m.

Aaron finally wakes up.


5:45 p.m.

I’m back at my room and am getting ready for the opening. I’m tired and a bit nervous! This is the first time I’ve curated a show and I want everything to be perfect. With my fingers crossed I take a bath and listen to videos on European MTV, including Madonna’s “Justify My Love” and “Informer” by Snow.

7 p.m.

We leave for Colette. When we arrive, the shop is packed with people. Leave it to Sarah to attract such a j’adorable crowd! I have a bottle of “420″ water and eat a cookie that reads “I Love New York.”


9:30 p.m.

We all pile into a London cab belonging to my friend André, the unofficial prince de Paris, and go to one of his bars, Le Baron, for the show after-party and Purple magazine party.

9:45 p.m.

We arrive at Le Baron. André has ordered pizzas and they arrive “au cheval”—with a fried egg on top. Who knew that Parisians know how to make a pizza?


1 a.m.

We leave to go to Régine’s for the secret after-after-party. We spiral down three flights of mirrored glass and arrive to a Guy Bourdin portrait of the gorgeous night-life queen Régine herself! The discotheque is beautiful and has a dance floor that lights up. We laughed and we cried until it was time to go home.


4:30 a.m.

I hit the sheets.

Photo: Craig Arend/AltamiraNYC