So fashion week just ended, and I think I might still be drunk. I’m not actually into “fashion” but I do love a good party.  So I spent the week club/bar hopping, armed with several bottles of Jameson and wearing dangerously high heels.  I snapped a few photos here and there, but unless you’re Olivier Zahm or the Cobrasnake, Parisians aren’t likely to let you take their picture.

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At Le Regine for some party.  Sophie laughing at a group of French guys “dancing.” We didn’t stay at this party for long, check the chick in the background wearing slippers and a maternity dress.

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I think this was at Chacha, where Mike Nouveau was DJ’ing. Apparently Sophie doesn’t have enough pictures of her tattoo.

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Also at Chacha, Steve Rojas in one of the several thousand suits he packed for PFW.

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Okay, sorry this picture is so horrible, Gin and her friend Tonic are really horrible photographers. Geordon (looking thrilled as always) and Mike behind the DJ booth at Chacha.

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I honestly don’t remember where this was taken, I just remember trying to figure out why someone tried to pass off 7 tiny glasses of Sex on the Beach (fruit punch) as “shots.” We drank them all and then refilled the glasses with whiskey.

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Steve and his suit behind the bar for the New York New York party at Regine.

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I also ran into Naeem (Spank Rock) at Regine, he had apparently played a show somewhere in Paris earlier that night. We talked about Gypsies and the  burqa ban before taking a cab to Le Baron for the NY NY after party.

xx

Luvina