Dior Couture, 60th Anniversary, 2007
Paris Fashion Week is undeniably the crown jewel event within the industry. Some of my most unforgettable runway experiences took place in the City of Light, most notably Dior’s 60th anniversary at Versailles. Along the halls of The Orangery was the longest catwalk I’ve ever walked — nearly a mile! To be honest, though, it felt more like ten in those heels. The show’s casting was a who’s who of supermodels: Linda, Naomi, Amber, Shalom, Gisele — the list went on. That season, John [Galliano] transformed his muses into three-dimensional interpretations of works by impressionist and modern painters. Every model was given a brief for a pseudo-theatrical role to help her get into character. Gisele became the Black Wasp, Helena Christensen was Catherine the Great. I became Kiki de Montparnasse in an outfit he had designed with my ‘playful’ personality in mind.
The energy backstage was frenetic! We all felt this show might be remembered as an important moment in the history of fashion. The excitement was palpable. As it turns out, gathering sixty supermodels in one regal environment makes for a captivating storyline. Without giving too much away, I’m sure you can imagine the narrative twists and turns such a rogue’s gallery of characters could create. There was enough diva drama around to make Marie Antoinette blush. For starters, a certain supermodel was missing in action. Her private jet was sitting on a runway fuelled and ready to go. She, however, was experiencing some technical difficulties with her significant other due to unpredictable weather patterns caused by his insufferable attitude. There were three separate makeup tents assigned to different ranks: ‘model’, ‘supermodel’, or ‘super supermodel’. Whoever had this brilliant idea wasn’t long for this world. Ranking supermodels in order of importance isn’t something any mortal should ever attempt.
After five hours of hair and makeup and several bottles of champagne, I was covered in glitter and feathers and was methodically getting into character. Laughing and giggling myself towards the runway, I quickly realized that no one could actually walk in the shoes. “Screw it,” shouted Naomi, “we’ll float down the runway!” A mere fender bender for this group of all-stars, who, of course, pulled it off gracefully. A magical show, exquisite and delightful, it was perfect and, like all of John’s shows, we had fun–maybe a little too much fun–at the lavish after-party, considering half of us barely made it to Chanel the next morning.
Excerpted from Runway Bird: A Rock ’n’ Roll Style Guide by Irina Lazareanu, © Flammarion, 2022.
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