Agnés b. Hiver 2015

My doodles done in the dark at the Agnes b. show yesterday.

So exciting! I must have sent off 40+ email requests for show invites. Granted I should have done it 2 months ago...ahem. The show was held at Palais de Tokyo on Avenue President Wilson. They have a great snack bar here by the way.

Do not try to get into a show without your invitation (unless you're Kenya).
Do not leave your invitation on the kitchen table as we did yesterday and had to go back to get it!

Did I say Bear insisted on coming along. He's very fashion-minded you know.

A lot of the fashion goes on outside the actual show. People waiting anxiously to get in are dressed to the nines. Bear was smitten with the cat  girl.

Bear thinks I should grow my hair long.
No way Jose.

And wear a lot of pink rouge.
Are you kidding?

He says I should stop hiding in all-black and do some color blocking.
I wish...

Blue is IN he says.
OK, OK I read Bill Cunningham's blue story too.
Gimme a break.

Bear notes some attendees like to wear something of the designer as a sign of loyalty and devotion..
Next time Bear...

We both notice the very hairy, scruffy, badly dressed photographers get in vite, vite vite (fast) past the tough guards. The rest of us wait a good 30 minutes but it's worth it. If you have a priority invitation (with a gold star) you go in and wait inside. Not so much fun in our opinion.

At last we're in and climbing down to the cellar of the Palais de Tokyo.
Huh? I didn't expect this...

But real Champagne awaits in real glasses! 
Tres classe Agnes.

A graffiti light show entertains while we wait another 15-20. Agnes b. is a big supporter of the arts.

Bear is thrilled to be sitting in the second row.
I don't mention there are only 2 rows. Let him have his kicks.

Ta Da! But my iPad only gets blur in the dark. No problem capturing Sunday's Paris Marathon runners. But here I'm out of luck. Please see sketches above.

The gal in front is doing just fine with her iPhone 6...hmmm

After the 15 minute show designer Agnes comes out and takes a bow. Classic wearable clothes any woman would be happy to wear.
THANK YOU Agnes!
So kind of you to let me come to see a real show at Paris Fashion Week.

We climb back up past the madly graffitied walls.

I was going to head to SMACK, but the snack bar is closed so why not Tokyo Eat.

Soupe de potiron(squash) is perfect after all the anxiety and anticipation.
We were going to treat ourselves to some macarons but the waiter says they are not Pierre Herme macarons so we'll save our centimes for Jour du Macaron next week.
If you're not in Paris you can get some of my watercolor macarons on Etsy.
munch munch.