You're filthy rich, you're smoking lots of hash and you're throwing epic parties in a palace outside the medina. What do you wear? All of this. Purple haze all in your brain.
Couture week, that four-day period when editors descend on Paris to venerate the fiction that enough people still buy $80,000 dresses to justify the expense and bother and fabulousness of the proceedings, is over. How'd everyone do?
Cover your eyes if you're questioning your commitment to Sparkle Nation, because this year's best gowns were a blinding bevy of sparkles, sequins and stars. And yes, they were good.
Giorgio Armani is too good to just put out a couture line and call it, you know, couture. No, Armani's couture line operates under an entirely different name: Armani Prive. And this season, Armani Prive was supposedly inspired by Ziggy Stardust himself, David Bowie. And although these clothes look straight out of the…