If the A-list contingent was conspicuous by its absence at the spring/summer collections in Milan earlier this week it was out in force today in Paris, the last stop on the international designer fashion circuit and home to probably the most gifted fashion talent in the world.
The days when shopping for underwear meant an uninspiring choice between sensible not-so-smalls at M&S and racy but cheap Ann Summers fare are thankfully a dim and distant memory for British women. But although the arrival of high-end lingerie label Agent Provocateur 15 years ago brought with it an exciting new feel and aesthetic, and attracted a slew of copycat brands in the process, the sector has remained surprisingly static compared with the changing moods of fashion that influence the rest of a woman's wardrobe.
The reclusive art collector Charles Saatchi famously never turns up to his own parties. And the launch of his new book was no exception. There were, though, plenty of signed copies of My Name is Charles Saatchi and I am An Artoholic scattered around the Saatchi Gallery in London's Chelsea for guests to peruse. These invitees included Richard E Grant, Zadie Smith, Alan Yentob, Trevor Eve, Kathy Lette, Graham Norton and Harry Enfield who mingled in the first-floor galleries among the canvasses.
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The old gun-makers of Soho are probably turning in their graves. For in the window of Riflemaker, a former gun shop in Beak Street, is a psychedelic installation by one of Russia's campest artists. Queues formed outside last summer's Russian Pavilion at the Venice Biennale to see Andrey Bartenev's coloured lake of 50 LED mirrored light spheres where the message "lost connection" circled in endless orbit.