Fashion According To Camille

9982300When will I learn, don’t believe everything you hear wondering how old I’ll be when it finally sinks in.

Camille called all a flutter about what she heard happened at the Givenchy show in Paris  this past Friday.

“Omigod Susannah….this male model….as he’s strutting down the runway in what looked like a rayon running suit, he whips it right out….opens the front, and well…there it is.”

“There what is?” I’m a little slow on the take…I’m thinking more Yorkie under his jacket.

“His you know what….and it was HUGE from what I hear.”

There went my Yorkie theory. Now, maybe because I’ve seen just one too many schlongs in my time I wasn’t as excited as Camille, especially when she moaned, “Why weren’t we there shopping.”

“Why? I don’t know Camille, but I can’t afford to go to the Whitman Mall let alone France.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“No, I’m so broke.”

The writer in me decided to research her story, so this is what really happened.

Riccardo Tisci, Givenchy’s head designer, commissioned a Dutch artist named Paul Veroude to suspend then explode a HUGE 1964 French plane in the midst of his lavish Parisian fashion show. Apparently this is what hung from steel cables across the circular catwalk…not a plump, powdered penis for the whole audience to awe and admire.

Personally, considering all the crashes lately, I feel it was in poor taste, but alas, Riccardo never called to ask my opinion.

When I told this to Camille, she didn’t believe me hanging up to Google the story herself.

Later when we met her mood was sullen.

“What’s the matter…why the long face?”

“I was happy thinking about Paris and front row seats…dresses and a big…

“Surprise?”

“Yes. Why did you ruin it for me Susannah?”

“Oh I don’t know Camille. Not sure what came over me, but let me make it up to you. I’ll buy lunch.”

That didn’t quite do it, but short of hiring another Dick to make a personal appearance, it was the very best I could do, at least on such short notice.

Ay-yi-yi

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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8 Responses to Fashion According To Camille

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Fantasy can sometimes be so much more fun than reality. But what a fantasy, Susannah!

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  2. katecrimmins says:

    I would think that Camille has seen her fair share of shlongs too. (You see one, you’ve seen them all at least mostly) Being there is one thing but not being there, does it really matter what happened. Enjoying the original story should be enough. It was so nice of you to buy lunch too!

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  3. micklively says:

    Fashion is a bit of a foreign language for me, I’ll admit. So please explain, if you can, where either cock or exploding plane fits in? I just don’t get it.
    And why would Camille feel the need to go to a fashion show to see cock, when the internet is a veritable cornucopia?
    Confused of Lincoln xxx

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    • I don’t think Camille has to cross the Atlantic to see genitalia Mick…it was just the idea of how outrageous that would have been if it were true. Designers are very often famous for doing wild things around the premier of their clothing. Alexander McQueen was pretty out there. It adds allure to a pair of pants apparently.

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