He did it again. I don't know how, but Nicolas Ghesquière makes the songs that the whole world sings. Last season you could't swing a Fendi purse without knocking over six ladies wearing Balenciaga. Luckily their giant shoulder pads cushioned the fall. These silky tulip/morrocan numbers are going to be everywhere. Including on me. But only if HM rips them off, of course.