I Measure Time By Fashion Weeks

Derek Blasberg
Derek Blasberg



 

Hotboxing in Paris, October 1-8
If I had to describe Paris Fashion Week in two words they would be: sweaty and cramped. Every single night, every single person in town for the collections is crammed into a handful of hotspots. Like Le Régine, where I did my biannual party with Paul Sevigny and The Misshapes, sweating alongside Cecile Whitaker, Eugenie Niarchos, Lily Donaldson, Francesca Versace, and Valentina Menichetti (7), Lindsay Lohan and Steven Klein (5), and Igore Dewey and Katy Perry (4). At the party for Mario Testino's new book, MaRio de Janeiro Testino, hosted by Alice Dellal and V magazine, things only got hotter (6). However, Paris did see some civility, like when André and Karl Lagerfeld swung by the Ritz for the Repossi party (2), and when Giambattista Valli joined Francesco Clemente for an opening of his watercolors at the Galerie Thaddaeus Ropac (1). But my favorite bit of chivalry came courtesy of model Jake Davies, who escorted Daphne Guinness home to the Ritz after a night of dancing at Le Montana (3).



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NEW YORK's night out, september 8-18
The New York collections started early this season with Anna ­Wintour and Mayor Bloomberg's Fashion's Night Out initiative; I hit up nine store parties that night before joining Olivier Zahm and Terry Richardson at the Bowery Hotel (7). The next couple of days were nonstop fashion fun, from Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld and Andy Valmorbida's opening for Richard Hambleton (6) to a Liza ­Minnelli concert with Sean Lennon, Adi Gil, and Kemp Muhl (2); from helping Mischa Barton with her lipstick at the Marc Jacobs-V magazine after-party (4) to POP magazine's dinner at Larry Gagosian's townhouse, which mixed dirty dancing by Shala Monroque and André Balazs (1) and childish fun with Kate Mulleavy and Tavi (3). But one spot that had way too much fun was the Jane Hotel, which, at press time, was rumored to be RIP-ing. Here I am reveling in the hotel's (brief?) glory with Chrissie Miller, Lindsay, and Nicky Hilton (5).



 

London, I Love you, Pt. I, september 19-23
I spent some formative years in London, so going back to the British capital for fashion week was a bit like a homecoming. It was for Burberry, too, as they moved their show back home to celebrate the British Fashion Council's 25th anniversary, bringing with them Caroline Sieber and Emma Watson to sit front row (3), and Alexa Chung and Agyness Deyn to DJ the after-party (1). Not that it was just the English who came back: Jeremy Scott showed in London as well and dragged a spooked Cory Kennedy (2) with him to his after-party.


 

While Marc Was Away . . . september 26
For me, the best part of Milan Fashion Week is not having to go to Milan. With so many of fashion's bigwigs over in Italy, those of us left behind have a new sense of frivolity and excitement-especially when a house party is involved. Lorenzo Martone, here with Diana Widmaier-Picasso (2), hosted a little wine tasting at his SOHO pad, which drew the likes of Becka Diamond, Peter Marino, and Dree Hemingway (1), and a whole slew of real and nonreal blondes, like, clockwise from left, Lauren Santo Domingo, Widmaier-Picasso, Hemingway, Martin Cohn, me, and Diamond (3).


 

London, I Love you, Pt. ii, october 12–17
I was back in London for the Frieze Art Fair. Though many claimed it was more somber and serious than in years past, I managed to find a few people in high spirits. Safe to say Leigh Lezark (1), and Jade Jagger and Lyle Maltz (3), seen here after the Juicy Couture store opening, look like they’re having fun. Same with Charlotte Stockdale, Nadja Swarovski, Marc Newson, and Stefano Tonchi, at T magazine’s party at the Newsons’ modernist lair (5). Peaches Geldof and Fifi Brown spun tunes at Vogue’s party (6). And Giancarlo Giammetti’s dinner was swanky and decadent; just ask Rosie Huntington-Whiteley (4), Alexander and Charlotte Dellal (7), and Neville Wakefield and Olympia Scarry (2). My highlight was family time with Lisa Eisner and her son Louie (6), who I dined with at Peter and Whitney Hawkings’s house.

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