Top Ten Clubs for Paris Fashion Week Debauchery
Photo: Le Régine
Paris Fashion Week is upon us, along with the infamous parties. Following a full day of runway shows, you’ll find the models (and LiLo, of course) lifting their skirts at one of the clubs below. A word to the unbeautiful: you’ll have to be B-list or above to make it past the velvet rope this week.
- Le Baron (Champs-Elysées) – You’ll find a smorgasbord of sloppy celebrities inside this Golden Triangle club. Or at least you would if you had any hope of getting in. Short of blowing the doorman, however, it’s not going to happen during Fashion Week.
- Le Montana (Saint-Germain) – The painfully cool Montana is where you’ll find a bloated Freddy Beigbeder hitting on models half his age. Relatively new and absolutely of the moment, it’s owned by André (Le Baron) and a fashion photographer who likes to post the panty fest on his blog.
>read the rest over at BlackBook…
Full disclosure: while the parties were raging, I was enjoying a homemade bouillabaise in a friend’s apartment on the rue de l’Université, followed by Julie & Julia and an early night to bed. It was BLISS.
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