Paris is burning PT 2

 There's just something magic about days and nights in Paris. Ever since I started going to fashion week there I've always go...



 There's just something magic about days and nights in Paris. Ever since I started going to fashion week there I've always gotten a little tingle upon arriving that something fantastic was about to take place. Whether we were telling dirty jokes front row at shows (just a few) or booty poppin at seedy gay [sex clubs] far underneath the streets of Marais or writhing around on the floor of David Lynch's infamous Silencio with turban and sparkly burka clad club kids it just felt right. With our little drunk but fierce entourage made up of cute french hipsters, a swedish model and his 2 bffs, and my favorite IT BOY Eliott we ran all over the city dancing our way through little bars and on top of strangers cars until we ended up drunk at the Trocadero just in time to watch the sun rise over the Eiffel Tower.

Elie Saab

Karlie Kloss, Elie Saab, paris fashion week

Elie Saab couture

Elie Saab couture

Elie Saab couture finale

RAD HOURANI

Rad Hourani couture

rad hourani couture

Rad Hourani couture

Rad Hourani couture




Rad Hourani couture


AND NOW THE FUN SHIT












































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