Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Yesterday I was on my way to the Alexander McQueen show, without an invitation but with a very positive attitude. It was taking place at 8 Boulevard de Bercy, the entrance was at the gate 28. I though great, I love number 28, I´m sure I´ll make it in and have a nice seat. I just believed it would happen. I followed these massive group of people on their way all wearing black, including me, the only colours I could see was the soles of the shoes, red for the hundreds of Louboutins, blue for YSL...
I was outside, looking around, waiting for friends to turn up and maybe take me inside with them, when this lovely PR guy comes to me:
-Hi, you are Pelayo, right?
I felt like when you are at school and you are not sure if its better to say if it was you or not when you did something wrong.. that nervous feeling, not sure if I´m explaining myself properly. And the thing is I am not going to say how, who or why but I´ll be buying him drinks next time I see him because thanks to him I was able to meet the great people from american Vogue I met while waiting for the show to start, or seen the great collection that once more McQueen pulled together.
It was just so powerful, the big ostentatious garments in black, white and red, the dramatic make up (the whole thing very Party Monster inspired) and the hats made out of all this things we can normally find in the garbage like plastic bags, umbrellas, lamps... all these things rapped up in models walking in towering platform shoes around a mountain made out of wheels, chairs, tvs... and, I don´t know, just Mcqueen is the word to describe it. WOW
When I was leaving I heard this overly dressed woman saying to a friend ´It´s one of the most amazing shows I´ve ever been to´and I couldn´t agree more.
And the funniest thing happened, when I was on my wat to the tube thinking if anyone jumps at me I´d say ´take all you want from me but my phone and my camera´ you expect all these incredibly expensive looking people to have a driver, we all crowded the tube station and it became itself another show, like if all the people that you normally see taking the tube with their boring faces and horrible china made clothes suddenly owned Chanel bags, Balenciaga coats, and shoes, loads of amazing high heels.
Lee had done it again and it made my whole journey to Paris, worth it.
Posted by Prince Pelayo at 15:32