You guys, fashion month is finally over ! Did you watch the shows ? Which one did you appreciate the most ? Did you cry when you heard David Bowie’s song at the Chanel runway ? Or like us, did you even have the time to watch one and get some sleep ? That’s right, just like you saw it on our Instagram account, Dibald’ and I had the chance to get involved for the very first time in Paris Fashion Week. And we had a blast.

I am sure you also feel like Fashion Week never ends when you live in a major fashion city. But still, you can smell it coming very easily : tons of bloggers walkin’ the streets being photographed, so-called fashionista wearin’ last season Prada and on-going Zara running over town drinkin’ their latte, models eatin’ ice cubes on every corner of the city while texting their family abroad… Who can’t resist that spree ? It is also the time where you get to see the craziest looks you would have never witnessed normally. Hey, it’s fashion week so don’t you be uptight and loosen’up a little you loser. The time when being cool is drastically redefined has officially come. So let the dog inside of you out and put some fancy accessories on it.

But not only. For those who don’t really know what Fashion Week is about, we’ll give you a free lecture so you can rise and shine at your next party. Besides from being the moment when you can hope to meet Cara Delevingne at the hot nightclub over the shitty Champs-Elysées (still waiting on the line aren’t ya ?), Fashion Week is actually something very serious in the industry. The designers show their upcoming collection to the buyers who flew hundreds of miles and can’t wake up without a liter of cafeine anylonger. For that, they can do through a runway show (money, money, money) or the brand can present its next collection in a showroom. You got it right, showing your collection in a showroom is actually nicer because the buyer can feel and touch the clothes, try them on and see them on models. A showroom is also the opportunity for you to meet in person those buyers and designers and work hands-in-hands with them. In other words, greet the shit.

Oops, looks like I’m thinkin’ too loud again. As I’ve got Fashion Week deflowered recently, my opinion might be a little raw, but my experience isn’t unworthy nonetheless. You must be wondering what I was doing at this showroom for having such an oriented point of view. Nope, I wasn’t Maria Grazia Chiuri’s personal assistant nor Choupette’s private cooking chef, but just one of the staff helping the sales team. Our showroom did have several brands showing their collections, in a huge gallery in le Marais district. A specific salesman represented each of the brands and welcomed buyers from all over the world every day, for 9 days. So you can imagine our work as helpers was pretty intense. Especially as many of the appointments didn’t come on time and arrived simultaneously with others. But despite the potential drama, our job remained simple : make sure the racks of clothes look good, dress up the models (like my dolls when I was 5 omg), bring back the clothes, make coffee and green tea with a splash of milk on the side please (yuuuk), smile at people who don’t even look at you and walk, walk and walk your ass off till you fall off the ground. I swear I had no idea of how tired I would be by the end of each day.

Luckily, working wasn’t hard thanks to the wonderful team of other helpers I worked with. We had so much fun, always laughing and mocking everyone in the showroom (no one spoke French besides us loool). We were all so combined together and we always made sure to have enough capuccinoes to drink (private joke between helpers only sorry losers). I guess I would have just ran away from this Brisith showroom if the team hadn’t been so awesome. Just like Britain did with the EU…. ;(

Anyway, you know Dibald’ ain’t a quitter. Even despite meeting so many unpleasant people. See, the rumors stating the fashion industry is full of pretentious assholes isn’t wrong, unfortunately. Working there quickly turned out to be a game of « Who’s Who » of human crap. And the funny thing about that is those people weren’t even that important, you know. Just a rack of silly and unpolite pretenders wearing the weirdest clothes you could possibly imagine and tryin’ to act “cool”. I didn’t know working in fashion could make someone look so ugly. And don’t you dare to expect a sign of recognition of your work, it’s just not a value trendy for the next fall-winter I guess. And a smile, oh god don’t even get me started on that. Should’t nice be the new black ? Marie-Claire, Cosmo, I’ve got your next cover right heeeere !

Hopefully, our mindset wasn’t affected by all this horror. Especially when we all realized how much our work was worthy during this showroom. To be honest, if it wasn’t for us and the models, this showroom would have never worked out the way it did. We were so helpful seriously. Like those little fairies in Peter Pan. Sadly, we tend to forget the big talents we all applause are backed up by tons of little magical hands. And just like David Bowie said in his song, we’re all heroes. <3

Jordan

Easy-going 27 year-old bitch.