Men’s fashion week, which is actually closer to a fortnight, came to an end last weekend. You might care. You might not. Or, you might have already seen Kylie Jenner cantilevering a foam lion’s head through Paris at the couture shows and promptly deleted Instagram. In any case, I was going to kick off this new-look issue of Fashion Statement by explaining why we write about these shows, because in all honesty, I had the same question before I wrote about them.
But instead I’m going to talk about what they’re like, because that’s the question I get asked most. Yes, these are fashion shows with catwalks and ropey air-con and curious snacks (ginger shots at Givenchy, scotch eggs at the Kenzo do). But the most interesting part – at least to the outside world – is who’s there. Fashion week might be about clothes, and the catwalk might be its red carpet, but the front row is where fashion meets popular culture.
