Okay so lemme tell you how this whole LV thing went down today. Basically, my buddy who does some event promo work slid into my DMs like two weeks ago asking if I wanted to tag along to some Louis Vuitton gig they were setting up in Paris. Free entry, kinda backstage pass vibes? Sounded sketch but free, ya know?
Getting There Was Half the Battle
Woke up way too early for my liking, felt like death warmed over. My alarm screamed at me like six times before I dragged myself outta bed. Grabbed a coffee that tasted kinda burnt, but whatever needed the buzz. Hopped on the metro, dude next to me had like fifty shopping bags taking up the whole seat. Rude. Got off near the venue place and got totally lost for like fifteen minutes walking circles around these huge, fancy buildings.
Inside the Fancy Zoo
Finally found the spot, some crazy modern building. Had to show my pass like five different times to different security dudes wearing suits tighter than mine. Everyone inside looked like they ate models for breakfast – stupidly tall, skinny, wearing clothes that cost more than my rent. Felt kinda like a potato in my halfway decent shirt.
Got shoved towards this area kinda near the runway. Packed in tight. Music was thumping, lights flashing all weird. Was just trying to figure out where the hell to look when…
Wait, Is That…?
Saw this tall guy with curly hair leaning back in a seat maybe fifteen feet away. Looked familiar. Real familiar. Then it hit me. No freaking way. Grabbed my phone real quick, zoomed in – shaky hands and all. Yep, definitely him. Jude Bellingham. Just chilling there, watching models walk by in clothes made for aliens. Dude looked relaxed, kinda talking to the posh-looking woman next to him.
My brain went:
- OMG it’s Jude! Like, the actual footballer?
- Try not to look like a total fanboy idiot (probably failed)
- Do I sneak a pic? Everyone else was sneaking pics… so yeah, I got one. Terrible lighting, but proof it happened!
The Aftermath (Mostly Me Being Tired)
Show finished after what felt like both forever and five minutes. Couldn’t tell you much about the actual clothes, honestly. Saw some weird geometric shapes walking, I think? My head was buzzing. Jude disappeared backstage pretty quick surrounded by people holding clipboards.
Squeezed my way outta there, tripped a little on the stupid fancy stairs. Bought a disgustingly overpriced bottled water from a guy outside. Collapsed on the metro ride home, legs aching. Feet felt like hamburger meat. Still kinda buzzing, though. Just saw one of the biggest football stars on the planet, smack dab in the middle of the fashion jungle. Wild. Moral of the story: sometimes say yes to random invites from your sketchy connections. Might just see a superstar sweating under fancy lights like the rest of us plebs.
