The invites for Kanye West’s Sunday Service went out on Saturday, inviting a small selection of fashion types to join him at 8:45 the next morning at the Théâtre des Bouffes du Nord. If you follow the tabloids or social media, you’ll recognize his Sunday Service as mostly invite-only spiritual jam sessions where a gospel choir sings, Kanye might rap, Kim and Kanye’s kids might dance, and friends like Justin Bieber might grab the mike. It started in California—at Coachella, the Forum in Inglewood, and the Kardashian-Wests’ own property in Calabasas—and it’s since moved on to Chicago, where it coincided with the N.B.A. All-Star Game. At bigger venues, tickets are sold. Hashtag saved.
How could I not go, if only for the incredible eye roll of seeing stiff-armed French fashion people try to navigate the charismatic testifying of the African-American gospel tradition? In a country where public displays of religion are, at best, a subject of vigorous debate? I imagined the dyspeptic air that lingered over the Windsors as Bishop Michael Curry blessed Harry and Meghan’s nuptials and multiplied it with a language barrier. It just seemed too delicious. I arrived on time and got a front-row seat.