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You know what sucks? Arriving in Paris for Fashion Week and finding out your bags never made it. But there’s a bright side: shopping! Which is what I did before hightailing it to the Dries Van Noten show, where my jet-lagged and post-spending-dazed self was jolted awake by all the oversized flowers in punchy shades. Bold florals continued to trend throughout the week, most notably at Dior, where a mountain of delphiniums welcomed guests (including Rihanna!) into the venue. Speaking of pop stars, every major house had at least one in its front row. Janelle Monáe took in Chanel’s flight of fancy; Zendaya hit up Kenzo (in Kenzo) before quick-changing into a Fausto Puglisi baby doll for the designer’s third outing at Emanuel Ungaro; FLARE cover girl Grimes looked fantastic in all her pink-and-purple-haired glory at Louis Vuitton; and a ponytailed Janet Jackson had everyone—but perhaps none more than me—rubbernecking at Hermès. In the ’80s, Control and Rhythm Nation were the soundtracks to my life, so when the pop star took a seat in front of me, I nearly lost my shit.