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Brilliantly inventive and exquisitely executed, the collection showcased the endless possibilities of couture _ and Tisci’s enormous talent.


It’s official. The devil no longer wears Prada.

Any she-devil worth her horns and forked tail will soon be sporting Vauthier, the emerging French talent who served up a red-soaked collection so sexy it could surely persuade just about any man to sign over his soul.

A bustier fit around the midriff of a cherry-colored fur coat to give it a formfitting hourglass shape and more than a hint of naughtiness, while the saucy, second-skin pantsuits in fire-engine neoprene left precious little to the imagination.

As if the weather were conspiring to lend Vauthier’s inferno added credibility, Paris temperatures soared Tuesday to 90 degrees Fahrenheit (32 degrees Celsius), turning the cramped show venue _ a historic high school library illuminated by red spotlights _ into a hellish sauna.

But while the elaborately costumed audience of fashion glitterati sat streaming with sweat, Vauthier’s she-devils dripped only diabolical sensuality.


Kayrouz is a breath of fresh air. The Lebanese designer manifests no apparent desire to fetter, hinder or hobble women with binding clothes or painful shoes _ instead churning out wearable knit dresses that flatter just about every figure and dispensing with the footwear altogether.

His barefoot models splashed over a catwalk covered in several inches of water in tank dresses with flippy skirts and Bermuda shorts paired with a leather jacket _ a symbolic nod to the fall-winter season at hand.

It was a simple, ravishing collection from a designer who has understood that no women _ ultra-wealthy couture clients included _ really want to suffer to be beautiful.