là où est Dorothy
Day 1: I spend the morning in bed with two buddies, watching Friends reruns and drinking Swedish coffee, eating cheese on baguette. We have dinner at our favorite secret spot, where Cher makes a surprise appearance. Swoon!
Day 2: Despite being miserably cold out, a friend and I go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. The visibility is a quarter of a mile, at most. The city extends briefly and then disintegrates into smoky gray. We take a cab to the Palais de Tokyo and another to the Arc de Triomphe.
The waiter is grabby and the coffee is strong.
Day 3: Michelle Campbell and I have late brunch at Le Meurice. Then it’s off to the Grand Palais for the Acne show, their first in Paris. We sit behind an impressive front row (Tilda Swinton, Derek Blasberg, Giovanna Battaglia, Anna Dello Russo). Hanneli Mustaparta sits on the other side of the runway, snapping pictures in a full-length striped skirt. Catherine Baba luxuriates behind her, wearing dark glasses and a massive coat.
Day 4: Michelle and I have lunch at Café de Flore. The waiter is grabby and the coffee is strong. We head to the d’Orsay and wander around. I spend most of the day in a sleep-deprived coma, having danced at Silencio until 4 a.m. the night previous.
Day 5: After the Maiyet show, I take the metro to see Marcelo Burlon and shoot three pieces from his County of Milan collection. Later, it’s the Grand Palais once more, this time for Saint Laurent. I inhale dinner at L’Avenue before taking a cab the Stella McCartney after-party. Dancing ensues.
Day 6: My last day. I cram in a visit with Jenny and Tara, the girls behind Bob’s Cold Press. Tara makes me a smoothie and sends me on my way, just in time to nearly miss my flight back to New York. Fin!–Jenny Bahn
