The Galliano show – well, it wasn’t exactly a show, sort of a wake – just took place in Paris, in a very scaled-down way.

There were no invitations, just emails (a lot of journalists said they weren’t going to come, sometimes because they were Jewish – I actually got asked about this, but though I was horrified by what John said, I keep my personal politics out of my professional life – and sometimes because they figured the brand wasn’t going to be active much longer); the venue changed, to a private hotel particulier on Avenue Foch; there were only about six models, who changed a few times; and I couldn’t really see any retailers. Read more