Those familiar with the Voguing lexicon will be well-acquainted with the phrase “We’re not here to be shady, just fierce!” This might as well have been the battle cry outside the Givenchy show on Sunday evening when Paris’ finest and brightest gathered outside the Lycee Carnot in the remote 17th arrondissement. I scolded myself for not bringing a megaphone to call out the majorest looks—including most of Givenchy’s couture collection and half of its spring men’s—as they strolled past me in a blinding flash of bulbs. While inside, the school gymnasium had been transformed into a labyrinthine runway that undulated a hefty expanse—presumably to accommodate an the hefty front row. Still no Anna, unless we were blinded by one too bulbs in the face.

Set to the haunting string music of Mozart, the collection distilled everything that’s made Riccardo Tisci a fashion star of late. Heavily influenced by fall couture, the show opened with a striped, sharp-shouldered blazer, drop-crotch pants and wedged heels—a familiar silhouette, but just as effective. This was followed by a parade of greatest hits, including his signature asymmetrical dresses with their odd embellishments and suits in vaguely Peruvian-meets-Escheresque patterns, sometimes topped with conical gnome hats resembling Coneheads. We also saw the return of Kirsty Hume and Michelle Hicks, models of yore—well, the 90s—who looked positively luminous on the runway. Perhaps the only misstep—literally—was the casting of Lara Stone, who is perhaps not the most nimble on heels. Bless her. 

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