Paris Fashion Week; An isolated, luscious gasp of luxury and style.

Mis en scene...George v hotel.... 

 My least favorite sensation; anticipation, is suddenly the opposite; even the soft hush rushing through the plush environs of this hotel feels highly stylized.

Posing occurs, quick glances collide and abide, women and men so gorgeously gay kisskiss while the ambiance of divas and drama queens is dutifully diluted by fur that fills and spills throughout the room. Fur is everywhere.  

As are such elegant efforts of milliners; hats askew, just so and below, dramatic face paint highlights Gallic features that follow the wafer thin mannequins gliding their narrow frames through our midst, rushing in from their last show.