PARIS—I was in tears when I landed at Olympia LeTan’s presentation last night, thanks to a wicked combination of fashion month exhaustion and the worst taxi driver in the history of the world, but the designer had me giggling before they dried.
Upon arrival, guests were ushered into what looked like a working kitchen in the Musée Nissim de Camondo. Maids followed close behind, carrying big wicker baskets and wearing traditional black and white shirt dresses. On the first note of “Mickey and Sylvia,” a model emerged, dramatically reaching her arms around the door. One by one they popped out of a side door, dressed in LeTan’s debut ready-to-wear collection. Peter Pan collar dresses, pastel pink coats, colorful knee-length skirts and flirty t-shirts printed with things like “Clever Girl” accompanied the designer’s signature book clutches.
As the models’ dancing became increasingly seductive, they started to take those oh-so-cute clothes off. And as they shimmied out in their black, high-waisted pantyhose and Page-like bras, the maids folded the clothes into the baskets, the man in front of me wiped his brow and the crowd cheered, “Bravo!”
Talk about making a good first impression. You’ll have to wait until this fall to get your hands on LeTan’s clothes, but I’d suggest staging a dance party in your kitchen much sooner than that.