Let's begin with Christion Dior, this bar jacket, specifically.
This extravagant dress had an incredibly lengthy train, which made me want to ask the model if she was an ass scientist, because her ass blah blah blah you get the point.
And now for Chanel. First of all, the HAIR!
Next, we have this cardigan I've been sort of afraid to wear, it has fuzzy buttons, and-I'M NOT GOING BACK TO NOTHINSVILLE!-Randy Lemon you open this door right now!
Where were we? Oh right, cardigan.
The last look was accompanied by a male, as if she was Greta and he was Klaus.
Moving on to Armani-
Last but not least, Givenchy. I would wear this lil' number to a bar called Homebutt:
And so wraps up my intellectual, sophisticated review of this couture season. When at shows, it's important to keep in mind that no matter how much you want to skip onto the runway and poke Freja Beha's poufy hair, you must contain yourself and take a picture instead. Kumiko taught me that.
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