Every now and then, when a friend comes to Paris and we want to fill the days with lots of activities which will culminate in a late dinner, I stay in a hotel. Driving home from the city after a certain hour is not one of my favorite pastimes.
This time I spent all day Sunday in the city and most of Monday. On Sunday, in the pouring, pouring rain, we saw some of the final laps of the Tour de France. Now, I know many of you probably love the sport. I, however, think it’s the most boring athletic activity that exists. Please don’t misunderstand me. I admire the dedication, stamina, discipline and determination that goes into the endeavour. I would simply rather watch a game of tennis.
Also, everyone looked miserable on their bicycles in the rain.
Monday the sun appeared and she and I headed to the Grand Palais to see the Jean-Paul Gaultier exposition, From the Sidewalk to the Catwalk. Paris is the tenth venue after Montréal, Dallas, San Francisco, Madrid, Rotterdam, Stockholm, Brooklyn, London and Australia, which means that many of you may have already seen it.
If not and you are in Paris or have a trip planned within the next few days, you must hurry, hurry, hurry. It ends August 3rd. Apart from the clothes, some of which were wildly creative, others not so much (I do think the man is brilliant mind you and has a sublime sense of humor) several of the mannequins were holograms including one of Gaultier where he “stands” amongst several other mannequins recounting the story of his life and career.
My friend thought it was creepy. I was mesmerised. Maybe you’ve had a hologram experience, I never have and was completely fascinated by the way his face moved with “real” human expressions, including — and it’s true this detail was sort of creepy — a stilted “smile.”
Several other mannequins were faceless representations of some of his inspirations, muses and friends. Among them were: Catherine Deneuve, Amy Winehouse, Arielle Dombasle, Grace Coddington and Conchita Wurst, the rather beautiful Austrian transvestite who won the 2014 Eurovision contest. If you’re wondering why he won, please click here.
As you can see, I took pictures for you. Then on the way out the door I slipped into the museum boutique and bought Ella a size two Jean-Paul Gaultier sailor t-shirt. It was on sale.
The sales continue through August 4th, in case you forgot and you’ll be here.
More on the show tomorrow. . .