Attending a Maison Martin Margiela show for me is like a dream come true. My invitation didn’t arrive at the hotel in time (I guess the mailmen in Paris are just as bad as those in Amsterdam), so thank god they let me in by just showing them the email from the press agency. The show? It was a-ma-zing. The models were walking on Persian carpets (some of them were wearing them too) in long silhouettes and well constructed jackets. I mean, that camel leather vest…OMG.
After having dinner, or should I say penne from the microwave?, in the worst restaurant ever, I moved on to Amaya Arzuaga, where I saw cute pastel dresses and cute pastel dresses. They were nice and the fabrics were pretty cool too, but because some of the dresses were made in several different colors, the show became a little too monotony, until some of the models popped their boobs out of their dresses.
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