The End

The spring 2007 fashion shows ended here today and we have to say that it wasn't a moment too soon. We fear we may have been arrested for throttling a security guard if there was one more show.

Everything came to a head after the Lanvin show on Sunday evening. The show was lovely but immediately after it ended we had to dash out of the venue because we have deadlines and besides there's nothing worse than getting caught in a crowd and having to shuffle to the door like a herd of cattle. Just as we were one step away from exiting the building an enormous posse of security guards suddenly barred the way. We could smell the fresh air. But no one could leave because they were clearing the way for Janet Jackson who has at this stage of the game been to so many shows we were going to ask her if she'd like to be a guest writer for the Post. Seems that no one can get within 5 feet of her during her exit lest someone should sneeze on her. Apparently the guards had mistaken her for a head of state.

Well, we can be just as full of ourselves as anyone else and did not take kindly to being forbidden to LEAVE a building. Isn't there a law against that? Couldn't that be termed unlawful imprisonment? Can we sue?

We are sorry to say that we got a bit shrill with the guards and screamed something along the lines of "let me out!" The guards were having none of it. And we had to give ourselves a little talking to so as not to do something that would be regrettable.

But come on -- no one can exit the building at the same time as Janet?

While that was a case of a star's security guards behaving stupidly, we did witness a star being unnecessarily rude. Lenny Kravitz, who we are an enormous fan of, was at the Galliano show. A TV reporter saw him come in and approached him. She waited as he settled into his seat and greeted his friends. And then, Lenny, who had just walked into a room full of media, pretended to ignore her. He babbled to a friend. He made a cell phone call. Now, if he'd been in a restaurant and a TV crew approached him, he'd have every right to ignore it. But the man walked into the media den. He willingly entered the eye of the storm. Have your sound bite ready, fella.

We would tell you about the 30th anniversary party for Jean Paul Gaultier, but we can offer no first-hand knowledge. There were magic tricks and apparently the fashion editor of the International Herald Tribune "shrank" the fashion editor of the Daily Telegraph. But we made the mistake of going to dinner before the party and by the time we arrived the throng of people desperate to enter was about 20 people deep. We couldn't even see the entrance.

We could, however, hear the fur protesters chanting: Gaultier! Bull sheet! Gaultier! Bull sheet!

We finished up the Paris shows at a lovely dinner party hosted by a publicist friend who lives in Paris and another friend who is an expat. We cannot even describe how nice it was to dine in someone's home, sprawl on a sofa and have a glass of wine.

By Robin Givhan |  October 8, 2006; 5:57 PM ET Paris
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