What a beautiful magical mystery parade you put on, Monsieur Lagerfeld..
As always, couture week was a glittering star on the Christmas Tree that is fashion.
I've just taken a quick virtual tour through it via Tavi and, my gosh, I'm going all gooey-eyed and shamelessly girlie over the extravagant mess of purrrrrre silk and embroidery. I feel a little like Cleopatra with all her Egyptian fabrics and.. er.. bathing in mud baths (?????)
On with the show...
...dreaming of flouncing around the Seine in grande Paris like a lost princess (Okay, I just reaaaally want to be in a Parisian spin-off of Roman Holiday), much like a fantasy OTT version of the Dior Cherie advert.. with much less riding of bikes, and more men-carrying-my-train.. of course, puddles wouldn't exist in this dream..! perhaps even clutching a generous measure of Cristal champagne..
WAKE UP, LAURA!