Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten.

You know?

And precisely when I just thought I was over it and a few days have passed since it anyway, I woke up to my Instagram feed and Instagram prioritises have changed (alike mine). They, firstly, show you friends’ morning faces, Monday moods, wishes for the world and, only secondly, they show you not-your friends (but kinda in the friend zone) showing off their work. And I had to stalk them in order for them to “grow” in my feed.

#fwp is so close to #pfw, it scares me.

The Fall 2016 Couture Fashion week à Paris, évidemment, has just wrapped up. Shortly after the made-to-measure Spring 2017 menswear week has. The so called menswear, since it is actually for us, too, the ladies, to love and wear. No? Men could just wear the t-shirt we have just slept in the night before and we would be just fine with it. No?

With couture, tho, oh! Menswear, womenswear, we love them couture. Haute couture. Haute, haute! 

Pierre Alexandre Claudius Balmain described the art of dressmaking as “the architecture of movement”. To me, clothes need to have sort of personality of their on on me or one that blends with mine. I could not wear clothes that wouldn’t make me feel like myself. Couture, though, “oh!”, so myself! Jees, I am kidding, but I absolutely adore the passion one can observe in the bright light. Or at night. Ha.

To be able to wear couture, one should feel couture. As in high. Sky high. Thigh high. And let the love be made from inside out on one. Inside – one. Out – couture. On one – one’s body. And dance. And not look at the price tags. So irrelevant.

You and me, we are blending now, yes? While laughing at the “irrelevant”, yes? Ha. Ha.

Ladies and gentlemen, Fall 2016 Haute Couture! Let’s make our OZ. In Paris.

Riccardo Tisci for Givenchy.

Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pierpaolo Piccioli at Valentino reminded us of the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death and made the taffeta whoosh and the drama begin. For real, since Chiuri is in at Christian Dior. And Chiuri seems all right. Click, yes. But so seems Piccioli.

The way the two Swiss understudies, Lucie Meier and Serge Ruffieux, managed to make yet another couture collection (in slippers!) at Christian Dior, after Raf Simmons’ sudden quit last October. Meow (the extreme cat eyes filter)!

John Galliano‘s va-va-voom (duh!) at Maison Margiela.

At Versace, Donatella Versace said this couture collection was “different” for her. It was for us, too. In a very good way. Apart from the interesting lines, cuts and colours, the glittery lips had a catwalk of their own. Partying side by side with the shoes.

So the couture week is, usually, happening in Paris, but when you are Karl Lagerfeld and you have been the designer of Fendi for 50 years, you have to let your guests know and you fly them to Rome. To Fontana di Trevi and well, you go with the flow. Literally. Since the models walked on top of its pools. Cools. And wore fur ribbons in their hair. Care.

Giambattista Valli makes dresses I would wear to weddings where I would be sure the bride has a prettier dress. They are just pretty like a fairy tale pretty. I would wear them with some rock sandals or just white (super worn) sneakers. Oh, yes, I am safe then. From the bride. Snickers!

Better?

Better!