Getting primped in Paris with our favorite supermodel. In collaboration with Estée Lauder.
Show of hands among those of you who consider getting ready for a big night the best part of said big night. Thought so. And, okay, so that sentiment might not be entirely true in the particular incident of Joan Smalls prepping for Estée Lauder’s dinner celebrating their new makeup collaboration with Courrèges; you know, when the “main event” includes having Kendall Jenner and Constance Jablonski as arm candy, and partying with the likes of Solange Knowles, Miroslava Duma, Charlotte Stockdale and Laure Heriard Dubreuil in the midst of Paris Fashion Week. But those first few hours spent primping in a massive suite at the Park Hyatt were, well, well spent, shall we say. And you can trust us ‘cause we were there (duh).
Of course, it didn’t hurt that the makeup artist on deck was Cov-alum Lauren Andersen (coincidental reunions during international fashion weeks are kind of our forté) and that she had her pick of the brand new collab (the appropriately ‘60s-inspired, super mod collection is finally available today, FYI). After we all had our cursory freak out about the room’s tub (we’ve seen a lot of hotel baths in our day, and this one was well worth it), we got down to business—this stuff is no joke, kids.
As Jennifer Yepez did her thing with Smalls’ locks (we’re pretty sure they call it supermodel hair), the model regaled us with stories about jet setting (flying back to New York for day before returning to Paris to walk in Uncle Karl’s CHANEL show), her first foray into design (we can attest to the fact that she’s created what might be the perfect high-rise pair of jeans for True Religion), and her obsession with a pesto tomato sauce-cracker combination found only in Paris (she thoughtfully brought the snack along—yes, it was damn good). Of course, when you have a face like Smalls, getting glam is light work (there’s not much “fixing” to be done here, guys) and it wasn’t long before she was slipping into her navy Courrèges slip dress and Giuseppe Zanotti stilettos and making a hyper glamorous photo booth out of the Park Hyatt’s elevator on the way to her waiting car. If Solange hadn’t have been waiting, we might have just called it a night right there.