It’s not an every day given to be invited to a Haute Couture show, so when Coke Light sent me a mail requesting my presence during the Jean Paul Gaultier show, I could do nothing else than jump for joy!
The feeling of utter happiness however becomes quickly consumed by what I call ‘fashionista terror ’… fear and insecurity, because what’s a woman to wear to such an event of utter luxury?
The world of Haute Couture is exceptional and showcases the savoir-faire of a maison. The silhouettes during these shows are conceived for a very select and extremely wealthy layer of humankind. And well yes, also for the small legion of red carpet strutting A-listers such as La Kidman, Diane Kruger or the Jolie’s of this planet.
In opposite to the so-called ready to wear collections, Haute Couture is not destined to hang in boutique racks, but presented to clients in the intimacy of luxury-bathed private spaces within the Maisons’ boutique. I think by now you get the picture that Haute Couture is not made for immortals like yours truly, so just attending one of these shows pretty much fits into the wet dreams of a fashion junkie like moi.
The 15 minutes that follow after entering the doors of the Jean Paul Gaultier HQ’s in Paris are filled with loads of beautiful satin tissues, loafers, truckloads of gold and this mesmerizing Slumdog Millionaire vibe. As it is done during a couture show, a bridal gown brings the spectacle to an end. Of course the great Jean Paul Gaultier puts in a crowd pleasing surprise act as the bride hikes up her skirt to reveal a handful of bright colored dressed kids that cascade onto the catwalk.
And then on to the what I wore… well a little bit of Delvaux quoi and loads of H&M…
WEARING: H&M skirt and bomber, Fendi shoes, COS panties, Wouters & Hendrix, Delvaux Le Madame clutch
picture via www.vogue.co.uk
close up thanks to Grillo Vincenzo