A few years ago, I wrote about a
day in the life of an editor at New York Fashion Week. I thought I’d choose today at PFW to give you that same kind of fly-on-the-wall perspective.
7:30 a.m.: My hair and wardrobe require a little more attention as the first item on my agenda is breakfast at 9 a.m. with
ELLE International editors at the famed Hôtel Plaza Athénée (the posh five-star hotel where Carrie Bradshaw checked in for an episode or two). This is a seriously fashionable crowd to schmooze with so early in the morning.

10-ish: (Everything is “ish” when it comes to timing during Fashion Week.) I head over to the Chanel show at the nearby Grand Palais. It’s always the much-buzzed-about show of the season. For fall/winter 2014, Karl wowed everyone with his supermarket, but today’s show—at least the setting—is a little less awe-inspiring. It is life-size-photograph-covered sets of the streets of Paris—hence the name of the invite: Boulevard Chanel. The worn-down asphalt, curbs and gutter grates are an impressive touch, but it still reminds me of being at West Edmonton Mall’s Europa Boulevard. There’s a nod to the ’70s silhouettes of the season, especially with the super-sized culottes. To close, Karl has the models take to the street to stage  a protest carrying a collection of signs inspired by the feminist marches from the late ’60s. The sentiments—"History is her story", "Be different" and  "Ladies first"—are as relevant today.
What happened next? (It involves hairstyles that require cardboard and pastry-chef skills to execute.)
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