All Quiet in Paris

Oh how I wish I could tell you about the cocktail party for Derek Lam or the Bulgari store opening, all of which occured over the last couple of days. But no, I was shuttered in my room writing or sitting on a bleacher waiting for the terribly tardy Martin Margiela show to begin. So much champagne that got away from me.

There was champagne at the Margiela show. But since the house is known for its rot-gut wine, I had a sneaking suspicion that its champagne would not exactly be Perrier Jouet. And I was right. Whoever heard of bad champagne? Ce n'est pas possible! But oui, mes amis. It was swill.

At the Martin Margiela show in Paris.

The house celebrated its 20th anniversary and so the show was essentially a retrospective. Word had it that the location was actually a former city morgue, which seems appropriate for a fashion show on so many sordid and twisted levels. After going down memory lane with the house, the finale included a parade of the design team along with a brass band and a shower of confetti. Congratulations, Masion Martin Margiela. But really, what were you all doing backstage all that time before the show began? Swilling bad bubbly?

This seems to be a season of anniversaries in Paris. Sonia Rykiel is celebrating her 40th with a big ole shindig on the outskirts of Paris tomorrow night. When I hike back from the festivities, I'll provide a full report. I'm hoping there will be a celebrity sighting or two. The famous faces have been few and far between. Nothing but French, I think, starlets who ring no bells of recognition. Burlesque queen Dita Von Teese was at the Jean Paul
Gaultier show tonight. Von Teese is lovely, but my celebrity meter is set a bit higher.

By Robin Givhan |  October 1, 2008; 6:35 PM ET Paris
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