Paris Fashion Week Sorta Kinda

LIZSAYS: Yes, its Fashion Week in Paris. For mere mortals, like us, it means sudden traffic jams in the oddest of places paused by paparazzi angling for  the best shot at the newly monied Chinese in their '80's haircuts and dos. They are so reminiscent of the newly monied Japanese with their 80's haircuts and dos in the actual eighties. Fantastic Louis Vuitton bags, wasp waist space aged puffy coats and the newest 9 inch platform stilettos, not the knives, the shoes!
There are lots of large tents with black cars parked all the way around them, three deep and the black suited drivers, waiting while pecking on their phones and pretending not to be bored. I'm sure they are all Brian Ferry, waiting to whisk away the lady of their dreams.
For the unlisted fashion types I present Fashion Week Sorta Kinda:
The Brazairre! The black bra with eyebrow arches and tan leather straps.

 Tube Top Alert! will they ever go away? No. end of.

 The very Deconstructed Trainer, it was just too cool to pass up.

and finally, proof that the skull thing has gone too far!