Ack, Alisa ! I had no idea beforehand, but apparently Colette is the Kremlin ? That is, not only were photos (and suspiciously long judgments of particularly expensive garments) strictly prohibited, the ratio of consumers to nosy, pursuant security felt nearly even. It was an environment fueled by riches and paranoia. So, unfortunately I haven't come away with any photos of the exhibit. But actually, in all honesty, I thought there'd be more to see: there were only six panels, and they were rather pushed off to the side, the Dior and Comme des Garçons spotted around the second floor garnering more (even most of the) attention.
Talk about madhouses.
Psst, psst...guess what...there's cocaine at Colette. Through the end of Paris Fashion Week (March 1st) there is a display by Comenius Roethlisberger featuring luxury brand logos written in cocaine and powdered sugar encased in polyester resin boxes. Khira has graciously agreed to take some photos and give us her impressions, so check back for updates.