Didn't we just see a demented Vivienne Westwood show, in London? Why yes, we did. But this is her Paris collection, a fancier, even more fucked up Spring 2013 collection: Mad queens with powdered faces and lopsided crowns, jewel-encrusted dresses with raw edges, burlap turbans, ballgowns worn with short shorts. You know, the usual.

The naughty princess, the crazed queen.

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World travelers or country conquerors?

There were hearts painted on models' faces, sometimes for an unsettling effect.

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Red Riding Hood revisited.

That number on the right — intentionally "dirty" — is so Derelicte.

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Ballgowns for everyone.

Casual, for daytime.

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Everyone needs a bejeweled turban.

Is that a sweater dress cobbled together from sweaters?

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Big shoulders, ladylike purse.

A riot of colors and patterns.

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Some of these have that Scarlett O'Hara, just-took-down-the-curtains feel.

Giant comb?

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Party pumps.

Marie Antoinette goes to a Ziggy show.

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Feminine.

That thing on the right actually has strings hanging from the fabric.

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Thoughts?