A Carine Controversy
All may not be as it seems.
Three more days until Christmas. School children are roaming the streets freely. Retail assistants are living a life of unadulterated hell. And us office workers, faced with the knowledge that our festive freedom is imminent, are spending most of our time standing seedily around the water cooler, gossiping about all the risque encounters that occurred at the work Christmas party. Ahh, the lofty heights of the fashion press.
If my youthful fantasies about the rarefied world of fashion publications are to be believed, the chic dames of Vogue Paris are currently spending their working hours in a much more glamorous manner than I. Drenched with the satisfying stench of Chanel-scented productivity, they are almost certainly sitting around a table devising how many times they can get Lara Stone naked for their next issue without it seeming gratuitous. And simultaneously planning their Christmas holidays. In the Swiss Alps. Probably wearing Dior snow boots.
While we here at Oyster are sweating out the summer heat and Christmas party hangover, the likes of Emmanuelle Alt and all her Isabel Marant clad colleagues are probably trading that particularly biting brand of Gallic gossip. Around a cooler serving only the finest French champagne, naturellement.
The topic on everyone's lips? Why, Carine Roitfeld's imminent departure from the Vogue brand's preeminent publication, of course! The air is rife with rumour and speculation: that Madame Roitfeld is off to work with Tom Ford; that she wants to pursue "personal projects". But, if recent reports are to be believed, it's not all Balmain blazers and Le Smokings for Carine anymore: a festive faux pas has reportedly seen a bunch of Vogue Paris staffers receive an email stating that, rather than resigning, the directrice has been left mise
