Daphne Guinness

Daphne Guinness on awards shows and the US elections  California is not the worst place in which to be stuck. In fact I love it! To view your world from a distance is interesting, hearing news slightly delayed, the anchors of life breaking until it is inevitable that your inner compass makes a paradigm shift. At least, that is what has happened to me. I missed all the fashion collections. All of the dates that are normally fixed in my year were suspended. Of course I followed my friends’ shows online, and it was actually some sort of experience to see it from far away. LA in January and February is punctuated by endless award ceremonies. The Globes, the Grammies, the Independent Spirit Awards etc, which culminate with the Oscars.

I miss Issie. I am waiting outside in the Orangerie in the Parc de St-Cloud, in Paris, where the Chanel show is about to begin. The incessant driving rain, the clouds, thick, and black with purpose, as another deluge begins. The huge white bright spotlights shining undiminished give a silvery magnificence to the scene. The team of Karl Lagerfeld and Chanel, undefeated by the elements, succeed in staging one of the best couture shows I have seen, and I have seen quite a few. Contrary to what one might expect, the rain heightens the senses and gives it a poetic surrealism. Showtime. The moment the first model exits to explosive music and flashbulbs, the runway has become a stream in the gravel. No one can do drama like Karl, and this is a drama.