This is what happened to me, and it's really because it's just us that I'm revealing myself for the first time on this subject.
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My great love affair with the Western. Horses, buffalos, cowboys, Indians, the Great Plains, stagecoaches, deserts, campfires, harmonicas, forts, Apaches, calumets from...
He 80 years ago to the day, a seventeen-year-old apprentice mechanic named Marcel Ravidat, with the help of his dog chasing a rabbit, discovered the entrance to the Lascaux cave.
With autumn just around the corner, I wanted to bring you some of the finest and most refined footwear available.
About ten years ago, I went to a bar in the 20th arrondissement to screen a short film I'd made. It was a good time, and my film was screened alongside a dozen others. ...
I'm told I had the right to a trial. But it must have been a speedy one, because when it took place, I was still in a deep coma caused by the police officer's rifle butt, which melted over me like margarine in the Sahara sun.
When I emerged safely from babysitting at the Parker and the heat wave had subsided, my first instinct was to throw a drink behind my tie.
Palm Springs It was a vague indication, but if I went by what his mother had told me, it wouldn't be long before I could get my hands on him. All I had to do was frequent luxury hotels, posh dance halls and old-lady bars to try and locate him.
My new job as croque-vie, preparing the dead in a pop and glittery way, was working like a charm. The families of the deceased commissioned me to create the characters in which they wanted to see their loved ones for the last time. I was allowed to prepare people as Michael Jackson, Kurt Cobain, Homer Simpson or simply as an anonymous cheerleader or soccer player.
Alone in the middle of the parking lot, in my future husband's white corvette with red leather interior, I called out for some kind soul to come and administer first aid. I could still hear a vague rattle emanating from his mouth. Seeing that no one was coming, I began to give him improvised mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on his chapped lips.
The day I left home, because things were getting so heated with my boyfriend, my husband, I set off in search of myself. I left the little one with him, and headed for California with one idea in mind: to find the man I'd fallen madly in love with, the man who'd introduced me to body fever, curtain climbing and seventh heaven.
Articles are like love stories, they usually end well. And I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to my latest beauties and wish a happy birthday to Winona Ryder, whom I...
I'm going to let you in on a little secret: last year, I went through a period of emptiness, something that really put me on edge. Somewhere between a mid-life crisis and the need to hold on to something concrete and give meaning to my life, I really wondered whether I was on the right track. But I had to move on, so I decided to postpone my questions.
When we arrived on rue Beaurepaire twenty years ago, at number twenty, where we still are today, the neighborhood looked completely different. Le dixième was definitely not a magnet for...
We've said it before, we've said it everywhere, but we were the first to say it at the stroke of midnight on January 1, 2019: this 2019 will be the year of the chicks. We've been training for it for years, of course, but this is our year.
When I was young, very young, very small, barely old enough to walk, I was fascinated by a crazy TV show. I saw a young girl, just out of her teens, doing leaps of...
It's back-to-school time, damn it. Damn, because when you have to get ready to put your hands, feet, neck and whole body into a new year, you have to be prepared or, on the contrary, completely relaxed to stand up and face an opponent that may seem out of proportion.
Over the course of her life, Patricia has had the opportunity to travel to a wide variety of places. From the desert of Tatacoa, to the great plains of Cergy-Pontoise, she has had the privilege of treading on territories that she has been able to transcribe in her passionate creations.
A fervent admirer of the Cannes Film Festival, to which she is invited every year but never attends due to lack of time, too busy preparing your little shoes, Patricia is always in a state of...
Before each new collection launch, like a monk, wearing my most beautiful pumps, I set off with my team in search of the holy grail, divine inspiration, hoping to be struck by lightning like the tree of life split in two by the gods of Olympus.
When we receive our beautiful little shoes, they arrive in boxes, very large boxes which, once emptied, are of little use to us and even become cumbersome. So instead of...
And so it's off again for this famous and indisputable best festival in the world, which despite its tough competition, remains the brightest and most coveted of them all. Each time the opening approaches, every director and producer rushes to finish his or her film in the hope of being selected as an official, parallel or at least on a beach on the Croisette.
When we opened our store on Rue Beaurepaire, nearly seven years ago, we were broke, and in fact, it was I who finished the work.
People often ask me where I got the wonderful name I gave one day to one of my most beautiful creations, the aptly named Captain Love.
When I was entering adolescence, in search of a self I was still chasing, a film came out called The Color of Money, which was a sequel to a nineteen-sixty film, The Grifter, already starring Paul Newman.
While my parents were busy tearing each other apart over what to do with their lives, at eighteen I took matters into my own hands and decided to perfect my English by spending a term in California with the money I'd earned selling cheese in the market on Boulevard Richard Lenoir, near Bastille.
Today I'd like to introduce you to Moondog, a short-shafted boot that shares a very familiar design with our fabulous Gigi. Its 7 cm heel and the materials used in its manufacture are strong signals that you absolutely must have it.
Very few people know this, but the song Gigi sung by Dalida was inspired by a story told by my mother who, in the seventies, when she had separated from my father, lived from odd jobs in the south of France, in Cannes, the city of poodles and scrunchies.
Last September, I woke up in the middle of the night, flooded, as if the giant aquarium in my bedroom, home to a family of piranhas, had broken and spilled onto my bed. However, I soon realized that I was in the middle of a sex dream.
I'm sure you're dreaming of me telling you the story of the Higgins. I can see you stamping your feet and clicking your heels with your Patricias, clenching your little fists and demanding that I tell you the true legend behind this little jewel perched on a 7-centimetre heel.
When my father arrived in France, he didn't intend to stop there permanently. He thought it would be a stopover. A sort of appetizer to Western life, before crossing the Atlantic and settling in New York.
I grew up in the Sixth arrondissement. Before it became a showcase for luxury brands, it was a good neighborhood. I still love it and love walking around it, reminiscing about the good times.
On the Internet, people often have a need for simplicity, efficiency and speed. I, on the other hand, like to take the time to explain that our creations have a meaning, a soul.
There isn't a model, an image, a word or a name that isn't referenced by me. When I'm in a state of reflection, ready to create, I cast my nets far and wide...
A shoe is always a story connected to a feeling, a moment in my life, a work, a song, a film, a person. I'm obliged to connect all the dots in a drawing in order to move forward and let a figure appear, and that's absolutely essential, because it's how I weave my existence.
It was a Monday in February. I remember because it was cold. A cold that no longer exists, a polar cold. It was snowing hard flakes. Paris was paralyzed. At the time, I was working for a major shoe brand created by a gentleman who has now passed away. No, not in a magic trick. He was well and truly dead, well buried, well decomposed. Far, far away.
Somewhere after graduating from high school and in between a few faded university studies (which is the opposite of brilliant), I looked in the mirror and said to myself (apart from the fact that I thought I looked pretty good):
"Well then, girl, don't you think you'd be better off somewhere else than here? Tell the truth, and don't run away".
I like this story because it perfectly sums up my encounter with the cocktail and my propensity to have no measure. So I was on vacation, in a really great, magical place.
On a whim, I decided to drop everything and leave for California, landing in Los Angeles in the middle of spring. I went to a car dealer. I didn't want a vulgar modern car. And, for the price of a rental, I bought a red Ford Mustang convertible, white leather interior. And off I went.
At some point in our lives, we all come into contact with a work of art. A record, a film, a band, a painting, a book, an author. It may be instantaneous, it may take time...
As in every season, the whole of Paris eagerly awaits the new collections from Patricia Blanchet. And instead of putting insurmountable pressure on themselves, the Team takes advantage of every opportunity to surprise everyone with models that are each more stunning than the last. But it's the names that Team Blanchet give them that always arouse curiosity. Let's meet the most beautiful team since the Dream Team.
The novel Patricia, a biography on the life of the world-famous shoe designer, written by her son, arrived in bookstores unannounced, like an untimely shovel-roll.
Hello Laurent, and thank you for answering my questions at the recently reopened Lutétia bar. Laurent, underneath your titanium shell, we can feel your heart...
I wouldn't have got here if... if my dear father hadn't introduced me to the wonderful world of shoes. I used to go to his office the way other kids go to the park in the late afternoons,...
Very discreet, not because of misplaced pride, but rather because he's very busy, always halfway between burn-out and pure contemplation, the grey matter of Team Patricia Blanchet is a man who deserves to be overrated. Meet Renaud Blanchet, the safe haven of a family that never ceases to amaze.
Now that she's free of all commitments and the pressure from the White House is off, the former First Lady of the United States was happy to take part in a fleeting but invigorating question-and-answer session.
Every story has a story. And my store windows have one. Funny, comical, just like the rest. In 2013, when I decided to take my brand in hand and open my store, I didn't have a penny left to finish my storefront the way I wanted.
Just like the design, the manufacturing, the store window, the details as a whole, I try to pay maximum attention to everything that makes up my world. Because in caring for it, I care for my customers.
Few famous people, celebrities or even stars don't cross the threshold of Patricia's boutique, so she sometimes improvises herself as a journalist and asks her customers a few questions, just like the others.
Patricia, what's your favorite restaurant in Paris?
I don't have one. And if I did, I wouldn't give it to you.
Patricia, is it true that you're thinking of setting up a line of bags?
This is as true as my metro line project. Even if the one you mention has a better chance of success than a possible Line 15 of my own devising.
You give the impression of having been in the shoe business since birth. Is this true?
Well, yes. What they say about me on this subject is totally true.
Patricia, according to my source at Harper's Bazaar, you've been chosen to invent all the shoes that will be worn by the new, still-kept-secret actress who will play Barbarella in the remake to be released in 2018. How did you come to land such a contract?
Like most of my colleagues who want to have a modicum of professional conscience, I have to ask you this question. How do you come up with such wonderful names for your shoes?...
Your store at 20 rue Beaurepaire, near Place de la République, doesn't have a sign. So we can't see you. It's a funny thing. Is this a technique imported from Benelux?
Ahahaha. No. The real story is... do you really want to know the real story?
Patricia, you're everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Why this strategy? There's no calculation, no strategy. I save my energy for my collections and my customers.
Patricia, you're often referred to as the Coen brother of footwear. Why is that?
Probably because I'm always trying to make people think and smile at the same time.