Around this time every year for the last three years I jump
from plane to plane to bus to train to get to the little town of Hyeres in the
south of France, right on the French Riviera, for the annual Hyeres Fashion and
Photography festival. If you have no fucking idea what I’m on about, check
here, here and here for some of my previous coverage, philistine. As a media
partner for the festival I also like to be in attendance to cover on the ground.
This year my partner Athi also had some business in Paris a week earlier so we
decided to come thru together and have a gay old time in both Paris and Hyeres.
Although I’ve visited the country a few times I’ve never been to Paris, so I
also allowed myself to be touristy about thangs.
Thus far it’s been awesome. From walking the streets making
our way around, to being wined and dined at fucking awesome establishments.
Unfortunately I couldn’t take out my camera at some of those occasions. Every
time I wanted to I kept thinking of that time when one of Zuma’s wives went
with him on some official trip and she was taking selfies or some other un-first
ladylike shit at the most inopportune moments. Bless. I look forward to her
Nklandla selfies, #firepool #corruptthis.
As for street style, like I’ve said previously when I’ve
shot people on the streets of London, New York and Barcelona, hunting for
street style is my absolute worst, hence I really only ever shoot people at
events. I’m terribly uncomfortable asking people in the streets to stop going
about their business and stop for a picture for some blog they have never heard
of. Being in a foreign country makes it even trickier. Besides, the
neighbourhood we stayed in was quite popular with tourists, so there was a big
possibility of me being a tourist shooting other tourists [place sads here],
which is only slightly worse that my usual habit of shooting other bloggers at blogger events. On the funsies side, it also happened to be a very gay area
[place happy feels here], with lotsa gay bars and galleries. Promise we didn’t
plan it that way, but bless gay Jesus for thinking of us this Easter.
So anyway, am putting this post together on a train whilst
we’re on our way down to Hyeres. The fashion posts will start when we get to
the festival. On Monday we head back to Paris for a few more days, perhaps I’ll
grow some ball hair and even harass the Parisians for some street style pics
for Part 2. Some of those fuckers are just so damn chic.
Couldn’t resist this Pierre Cardin vintage magic
LIKE I MENTIONED ABOVE, NOT SHORTAGE OF GAY BARS IN THE HOOD WE WERE STAYING IN
BUT IT WASN’T ALL FUN AND FAGS, BUSINESS HAD TO BE HANDLED,
IN BEAUTIFUL SETTINGS LIKE THE GEORGES ON TOP OF THE POMPIDOU. WORST PANORAMIC PHOTO EVER, BUT YOU GET WHAT I WAS TRYNA DO.
THIS PRINT IN OUR ROOM ON FUCKING EVERYTHING WAS JUST ASKING FOR IT.
AND FOR THE MOST TOURISTY BIT, A VISIT TO THE LOUVRE. NOW I DO UNDERSTAND THAT SOME OF YOU ARE SO ICE COLD CABANA© COOL THAT THIS LEVEL OF TOURISTINESS MIGHT BE TOO COMMON TO DEAL WITH. LOOK AWAY NOW.
SO WE WENT TO CHECK OUT THE FAMOUS LOUVRE, WHICH HOUSES SOME 35 000 PIECES OF ART. OF COURSE WE COULD ONLY ACCOMMODATE A FRACTION OF THAT IN ONE DAY, I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO THE SCULPTURES, AND ONLY GOT A QUICK LOOK AT THE EGYPTIAN ART SECTION WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE. PROLY GONNA GO BACK NEXT WEEK. SO FUCKING BUSY AND PACKED THOUGH.
LIKE I SAID, SOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING PACKED!
BUT KINDA AWESOME TO STAND IN FRONT OF THEM FAMOUS PIECES BY THE “MASTERS”. SCALE ROCKS!