Charles and Laura are back for Paris Fashion Week, and Laura’s trying to scream over the cacophony Girl Pusher’s harsh noise. We’ll continue to fantasise about Margiela, fall out of love with Vaquera, and suck Rick Owens' dick (some might even call it draining). We briefly talk Italian fascism as it pertains to the recent displays by Moncler and Ferragamo, and soon realise we don't know what we're talking about!
Cut to Paris, and Bella Hadid is starring in tasteful bukkake (her nipples are covered). We close the show by giving dignified good-faith interpretation of the Balenciaga pig pen and for what? When Demna throws an artistic tantrum and says "who cares!", we pull him out of the mud, wipe him up, and give him a fresh pair of clogs. Keep your head up king, your creative integrity is falling!
In the words of Azealia Banks, fashion week is finally over, "so...what now?"
