''Jeee-vaanchy''

Last time on Michelle's blog... she was running from her coffee with Francois to meet the girl's for a special night-time activity...

This past week, and this upcoming week, is... FASHION WEEK in Paris. Well, most of the shows are during the day when I unfortunately have to be at work. However, last night, Givenchy put on their runway show at 6:30 pm at the warehouse across the street from Suzanne's favorite neighborhood cafe, Cafe Creme. We agreed to meet there at 6:30 pm to unabashedly stalk celebrities.

The second I walked onto the street, I knew I was in for an experience. There was a blockade of black shiny cars, lights flashing everywhere, and fasionistas dressed to the nines. At first I stood across the street, thinking I would have to hang back and just watch the action, then I saw Suzanne right in front of the entrance, blending with the paparazzi. Excited to be so close, I dashed across the street to take my rightful celeb-stalking place right outside the fashion show entrance. We stood there in awe, watching designers, editors, socialites walk around in some of the most amazing clothes I've ever seen in person. The outfits ranged from incredibly chic to incredibly daring to just plain outrageous (girl wearing a masquarade mask, socialite wearing a Michael Jackson-esque Thriller jacket, and the men...I cannot even comment). But everyone looked like glistening gold. The glint off the metallic Gucci shoes was blinding, the shine of the leather pants was literally entrancing.

After we saw Rachel Zoe and several models, it was almost too much to take in...but then... Kayne West and his new girlfriend walked by, hounded by the paparazzi, and myself of course. Don't worry, I'll upload a picture. Kayne was followed by the Princess of Thailand and several more people oozing money and fashion.

The trail of celebrities ended as the fashion show began to start...late of course. We ran around the side, thinking maybe we could catch a glimpse through the windows. Little did we know, the entire side of the building was open, just closed off by wrought iron gates. We could see the entire show from the side (well at least the top half of the girls), and it was amazing. Dark lights, gloomy music, a spectacle of black and white. Recession chic, perhaps?

When that was over, we resumed our places in front of the entrance to catch all the important people walking out and to network. As a film industry professional, Brittany was able to legitimately network with the cameraman for Extra, and the rest of the paparazzi. I, of course, offered myself up as his date for the Cannes Film Festival. It was the least I could do...

All that celeb-stalking made us hungry so we went across the street for dinner. Some of the models were there as well, eating their coffee and cigarettes (that's right...eating). We made sure to get dessert to make them jealous.