It is hard to believe that the superbly straight-laced Monsieur Pierre Balmain ever envisioned his designs being associated with the likes of rich skin-baring rockstars who probably live in Moscow. But they do. And even more shockingly, the formula of haute hotness works. The 'petites-mains' at Balmain's Parisian ateliers went all out this season, weaving intricate metallic thread embroideries in wicker patterns and rows of giant jet beading that looked like train tracks chugging along the contours of the body. The jackets had sharp-shouldered attitude, the skirts were rigid wisps of leather that barely covered the models buns. But our favourite was a dress that looked like a walking wicker table.
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