Walking into Jean Paul Gaultier, you were greeted by the sounds of Champagne bottles popping and the sight of a photo set, with scaffolding set up beyond that with the clothes arranged upon it. After you'd knocked back a glass—or three; the shows all started late today—the girls took their places behind the outfits and started getting into their first looks. We were at a couture show like they used to do in the fifties. No music, just narration in French and English, and models carrying cards with their look numbers.
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