Alexis Page does global product development for MAC Cosmetics, and is a total beauty junkie. This week, she takes you backstage at the Paris shows to give you a beauty insiders' Fashion Week diary. Wednesday
Arrive at Charles de Gaulle airport slightly out of it, but so excited to be back in Paris. Hurry to the hotel and get ready for Gareth Pugh, who I know will have the most insane makeup to snap me out of jet lag. Meet up with my very chic coworker, Guillaume, and head to the Palais de Tokyo, where the show's taking place. A major part of my job is to chronicle all the trends each fashion season and find ways to transfer those trends into cosmetics. Sometimes it's with the actual backstage makeup, and sometimes it's finding color and mood inspirations in the clothing, and creating cosmetics around that.
Gareth always works with the genius makeup artist Alex Box, who I watch airbrush 3 models in 5 minutes. Using MAC Airbrush Color in Black, she begins spraying over each models hairline and quickly lets the color gradate down onto their forehead. It looks like black paint is literally seeping out of the hair and gently down their faces. Once the light hits each girl on the runway, it looks like they've stepped out with weird built-in shadows. Add a set of insanely angular false lashes, and the models are set to enter the goth-industrial-dream rave that Gareth has created. After determining I've spent sufficient time staring at Iris and Karlie, I go take my seat and wait for the show to begin.
In the front row, I spot all my faves – designer Rick Owens, photographer Mario Testino and...P DIDDY, in what is sure to be the most bizarro sighting of the week. The show is awesome, with really sick thin / stretchy / cozy leather jackets with chevron detailing, half ridiculous/ half genius flowy man pants that I can already see certain friends of mine desperately trying to order, and over the knee wedge leather boots.
After the show, I grab my best friend Leigh [Lezark, the DJ and model]
, and hightail it home to the apartment she's renting to drink the wine we bought simply because we think the woman on the bottle looks like Penelope Cruz. Yes, really.
Then we head to the Gareth afterparty at Le Baron, but realize champagne is not an actual substitute for sleep. Day one complete. Seven more to go.
Coming up: Balmain, Margiela and Vivienne Westwood.
--ALEXIS PAGENext: Alexis' adventures at Balmain!