July 1 - George Hobeika

Georges Hobeika

I could see every bead.

I could see every seam.

I could see every piece of netting.

I could see every hair on every eyebrow.

I could see that no one wears underwear.

That is how close we were.

And it was all MAGNIFIQUE!

Haute couture in Paris, it doesn't get much more chichi. Standing in line while waiting to get into the show with our standing room tickets, getting seats and then voila getting moved to the front row. Eyeing the crowd of press and designer wannabes and gawkers. The lights go down and then the lights go up and the show begins. The models are the tallest and thinnest there are, staunchly walking the runway, pale makeup and perfectly middle parted hair pulled into a knotted bun with just the exact amount of muss (ala Laurent Phillipon). One amazing dress or coat or gown after the other. Starting with deep roses, moving through peaches, pinks and yellows and ending, of course, with the bride in white. The lines were stunning, The beadwork unique and exquisite.

This was like watching the red carpet at the Oscars imagining Halle Berry leaning into the microphone and saying "I'm wearing Georges Hobeika, I simply adore his designs".

And as always the crowd is another variety of eye candy from the beautiful people to the avant garde and everything in between. Lights down, lights up....watch the show.

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