It's Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week

So here are a few of my favourites from over the years. 2007 was particularly impressive but I'm possibly a little bias - Dior took a different angle and chose a theme centered on the monarchy and general excess and opulance, which of course I adored. J'adore Dior.







Jean Paul Gaultier, for a change.







The funny thing about couture fashion weeks are that we expect each show to take our breath away more than the last (which is perhaps a reasonable expectation of contemporary fashion shows), but we forget that many of the materials and techniques used in couture have evolved over centuries, not to mention the designs which are commonly based on Georgian designs, or even Tudor.

Anyway, Oxford Street yesterday - big fat mistake. Topshop sale was distinctly unimpressive and I ran out of time to go to Camden or Brick Lane because I had a doctor's appointment first thing, which I was also late for. Hopefully off to Ronnie Scotts soon but as far as the rest of the week goes I'm having friends over pretty much every night and a BBQ on Friday. A party would be on the cards except that my neighbour has quite literally had three children in three years, can you imagine being pregnant, like, ALWAYS? She probably hasn't seen her feet in three years either. Point being a house full of screaming babies probably won't appreciate Glass Candy being blasted out at 3am. Chin chin.