No matter how many frequent flyer miles we've racked up in just under four years (mark your calendar for our birthday—it's January 21st!), there's something about being whisked away to Tokyo by Dior that makes the half-day-long flight to Japan and subsequent jetlag a little more bearable. Anything for Raf, right?
After de-planing following the 13-hour flight, we were immediately greeted by a fleet of Dior taxis (our new preferred method of travel) and whisked off to our hotel, where we found a full lookbook, a custom Dior Tokyo candle and handwritten invites waiting in our suites. We squeezed in a little shut-eye before waking to explore the land of cat cafés, FRUiTS Magazine and sashimi-shaped erasers, getting in a little sightseeing and a beautiful, traditional Japanese meal before the show. Oh, and quick tip? In a foreign country, it probably helps when you roll up to the main event with with one of the city's most famous street style stars and DJs. In our case, we were lucky enough to arrive arm-in-arm with our new BFF Mademoiselle Yulia, the sapphire blue-haired musician and Barbie obsessive (more on that later...).
The Dior runway show venue, a Sumo wrestling arena by day, had been completely transformed into Simons' intergalactic pre-fall fantasy, his inspiration seemingly straight from Blade Runner. As Hailee Steinfeld, Caroline Issa, Susie Lau, Lucie de la Falaise and Audrey Tautou took their seats and tiny bubbles floated down from the sky, we were close to a full-blown deer-in-headlights moment—we mean, even we couldn't make this stuff up. We watched as pailette-embellished knits, space age boots and coats that made us actually crave the cold paraded down the runway—and that's to say nothing of the wait list the oversized Lady Dior bags will no doubt have. The only appropriate way to celebrate post-show? Once the models took their final walk, the music blared and the back wall of the set lifted to reveal a fully stocked bar with an army of Dior-clad waiters, sake in hand. As they say in Tokyo, Kanpai!