French Men Do Get Fêtes
Apparently, the French didn't get the memo about fun being banned post-crash. New York fashion week would have had no joie in its vivre without Olivier Zahm's Purple dinner, Le Baron's late-night shenanigans at the Bowery, and, most of all, Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld's raucous, so-packed-you-couldn't-swing-a-spring-roll bash at Indochine. Meanwhile, Louis Vuitton was happy to underwrite Marc Jacobs' Stephen Sprouse tribute back in January, and last month a Balenciaga-clad Salma Hayek and her Gallic beau, PPR chief François-Henri Pinault, retied the knot at Venice's La Fenice theater and Punta della Dogana in front of the likes of Penélope Cruz, Javier Bardem, and Stefano Pilati. Charlize Theron had so much fun her floor-scraping Dior gown became a mini.
Effortless Is More
Joana Preiss and Cécile Cassel are fixtures in Chanel's front row, Clémence Poésy has been tapped for Chloé's fragrance campaign, and Paris Vogue editors can't cross the Tuileries without being accosted by Japanese paparazzi. And all of these girls have dirty hair and don't wear makeup. So what is it about French chicks? Allow Jane Birkin's offspring Lou Doillon, left, to explain: "I'd go to castings and people used to think I was the delivery boy with someone else's portfolio.…The whole thing was basically one big misunderstanding, but one misunderstanding led to another and another, and suddenly I was doing campaigns."
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