She walks up the stairs toward the tower in a tall, strappy open-toe heel, a long scarf trailing from her neck behind her. A gold jacket, puffed at the sleeves and cinched into a pencil skirt that stops just below the knee.

Glamour and gold under the Paris moon were very on trend this season. The models looked like little pieces of the Eiffel Tower’s lights as they came down the runway. Two huge gold chandeliers hung over the catwalk, with candelabras lit through the audience.

Vaccarello is an elusive figure with obviously incredible taste, and he usually has my full faith. But I’ll say it: this runway felt like a slip. I get it! It’s all gold, everything is gold, and yet I got a little bored. A cropped tailored blazer with brown fur at the wrists did grab my attention again, especially when it came back as a dress with protruding shoulders.

Saint Laurent is all about the legs, about what’s shown and what isn’t. The Saint Laurent woman is desirable, alluring, powerful, sexy. When the gold ran out and the black came in, she was back. A gorgeous one-shoulder gown with a high split at the hip and layered panels across the chest (Chloë Sevigny would do fabulous things in this).

Look, I didn’t mind it, but it certainly wasn’t groundbreaking.