Terry Richardson party
THE party not to be missed this week was the signing of the book by Terry Richardson, the photographer who tattoos the fashion planet. The luminaries of the world’s giants met at Colette’s, to have the collection of photographs, “Mom, Dad”, dedicated to them. By a happy coincidence, at the same time, Carine Roitfeld did the same with her imposing retrospective work. For this exceptional occasion, Colette pushed her Stockmans and gave way to fans of invited choices. And what a fan! Anna Dello Russo, Jeremy Scott, Ashley Smith, Jamie Hince, Karlie Kloss, Derek Blagsberg, Anja Rubik, Olivier Zahm, Xavier Veilhan, Ellen von Unwert… in short, all that fashion does most glam, concentrated in the temple of the hype sape, sprinkled with pink champagne. Who says better?
To prolong the pleasure, Terry Richardson, as an inveterate partygoer, opened the dusty doors of the Rive Gauche, former lesbian club of St Germain des Prés. Until the early morning, with or without reason, we had a party, ambiencé by Pedro Winter who pushed the volume to the maximum. The next day’s front row was hungover.
