It's Chanel Again!

Man alive, I seem to have lived outside the now re-opened Chanel boutique in Soho for the last twenty-four hours. I blame my Mum.

After a long day at the office transcribing an interview with Sonic Youth frontman Thurston Moore and New York photographer, James Hamilton, I finally got to one of her numerous calls and found myself wandering as I talked - internal sat nav - to the Chanel shop. I was curious, I admit. I did wonder what may be going on but standing on the sidewalk for three hours in my newly purchased Hasbeens was not something that had crossed my mind. I had a date with yet more bad food, laundry and my beautiful boy lover. Things change.

I cannot deny my controllable need to be near celebrities (the real kind) and the want to be in amongst it all. That is of course why I changed careers to become a journalist and moved to New York for the forseeable future. I want to make a name for myself, and I want to do on the other side of the pavement. The side where you are allowed on.

Anyway, minutes turned into hours and things got off to a great start with a spotting of Alexa. So, so, so beautiful. Turns out she was there to DJ, and naturally of course she was decked head to toe in Chanel. Sarah Jessica Parker came next, followed closely by Kaiser Karl, Grace Coddington, Leigh Lezark, Claire Danes, Diane Kruger...I could go on but the best part is yet to come.

So after the glitterati were safely housed inside Casa Del Chanel, the paparazzi got a move on and the sidewalk of Wooster Street dispersed. Rory went on a spy mission though and realized that there was many a blacked out car around the corner, and a mountain of Chanel goody bags (calm down we didn't get one). We hung around for a bit and then walked up the street spotting Grace Coddington and Chace Crawford et al. having a wee joke and giggle up the street on route to the post-boutique opening dinner in some converted old warehouse a few blocks away. In true stalker style we followed them - even ran like pap's to get some snaps - and before I knew it I was swept up in a wave on millions of pounds of clothing worn by some of the world's most highest profile actresses, models, and fashion leaders.

As I backed against the wall of a brownstone, Karl Lagerfeld who may I add at the time was deep in French conversation with Helena Christensen, momentarily looked right into my face (OK I had a big flashing camera). We were literally a foot step apart. It was beautiful. He looks weird. After I let the master past we casually joined in the group of other high profilers and entourage and followed them to the secret dinner spot. The secret dinner spot was gold dust.

It seemed everyone else lost the memo for the first while as we stood basically face to face with Daisy Lowe, Blake Lively, and Chanel Iman. It was the best ever! I think I may have been mistaken for paparazzi. Well at least a blogger or something.

Although Rory now hates me, I had the best night ever. We ended it in Veselka's with some french toast, tea, and lashing of maple syrup. I had to something to put a smile back in his scrunchy face.

Enjoy.

Many more photo's to follow after sleeeeeep :)