The MAJE dinner

Rue Princesse, he’s one of those dinners we wouldn’t miss for the world. That was the case with MAJE last night, who filled a box full of writers packed at the Club Sandwich with a tape called Mina Tindle.

On the second floor of the institution, somewhere between Mr. André’s fantasized skyscrapers, the naughty carpet prints and the protean memories of a bygone era of splendour, Judith Milgröm (Creative Director of the house, editor’s note) invited to her table the intelligentsia of the French fashion press and a few festive added values that we could do without.

Result? A warm winter evening that was prolonged in the bowels of the Club, carried by the soft and decadent elegance that falls to Saint-Germain-des-Prés.