Always a visionary and eccentric, Thom Browne's fashion confirms to be one of the unmissable events of the Paris fashion week, with its irreverent and cynical approach to any norm governing clothing. In the splendid setting of the Ecole Nationale Superieure des Beaux Arts, the American designer recreates a sunny eighteenth-century garden complete with Mannequin Piss and still models like statues on pedestals in the center of the room. The affected and beckoned notes of the harpsichord accompany the start of the show, while James Whiteside, first dancer of the American Ballet Theater, makes his triumphant entry into the hall dressed in a fun tutu in seersucker and thus blurring the boundaries of fashion in the high context and regal of dance, between pirouettes and spectacular grand jets. From a parade to a sumptuous royal party: the room soon becomes crowded with characters walking in the courtyard garden, powdered models and fog-hoods walk frivolously and coquettishly with lots of umbrellas, closed in wide crinolines or in spectacular two-dimensional repetitions of robes à la française, the theatrical dresses of the eighteenth-century Mesdames whose drapery was handed down to history by Watteau's gallant painting. Thom replaces precious silks with a very light seersucker, celebrating its comfort and functionality clearly in contrast with the frivolous apparatuses of eighteenth-century vestigial architecture, contaminating its coquetry with constant references to sport, its great passion ever since: they enter courtesy court from football, bags in the shape of balls, and mischievous parapube shells, a license of irreverent eroticism that goes well with the flirtatious and seductive atmosphere of this magnificent "Versailles Country Club".