His other obsession was the star, which burst over silvery satin dresses, necklaces and belts. One could quibble and note that the collection was a tad autumnal, with oodles of jackets and warm, loose pants. However, the tulip hemmed, occasionally truncated, every so often bat-winged jackets were all so well cut and tailored, it would be a minor complaint.
In a word it was the classiest act of the Paris season, and a sardonic counterpoint to the fantasies currently gripping European runways.
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