
On Saturday, I saw the Cacharel fashion show. I was more than happy, I’ve always loved the brand and its universe and seeing one of its shows had appealed to me for a while.
And yet, things had started out poorly: I left my flat in a bit of a hurry leaving my precious invitation on the table. I was stupid enough to take it out of my back to check the address before leaving and of course I forgot to put it back in it.
When I arrived place Vendôme, I wasn’t feeling quite so smart but I was praying that there should be a listing with my little name on it. And luckily there was one, I smiled again very quickly.
Then I hauled myself at the end of the catwalk to make friend with a photographer who let me sit in front of him, it’s sort of the ideal place to see a fashion show and especially to try and bring a few pictures back. But beware, it’s also war because one has to keep one’s place and prevent the pains who stand in front of you from obstructing the view ahead. Hopefully, the “real” photographers who “are here to work” saw to it for me. Alix was by my side, we kept low profile to go unnoticed and not risk being kicked out by the organizers. We waited a few more minutes in the dark, sitting directly in the ground, the music got louder, it was about to start…
And… I screwed up all my pictures, there you go, great! All overexposed, I’m disgusted I still liked the -, the cute coats, the liberty somewhat more “military”, the shoes (the liberty shoes yummy), the dresses and the pretty -. My pictures are a bit messed up but it doesn’t matter, you live and learne :)





Here what I liked best ;)























































