The Russians steal the show on the f’row at couture fashion week


Paris is not at its best in the dog days of January. The Christmas decorations are still up. Bedraggled, limp and defeatest, like the skew-whiff feathers on a tipsy Can-Can dancer’s hem, they could be a symbol of the city’s general mood. Try getting a taxi or a bus in this city during the snow. Non. Really. No attempt to grit the streets either.