Attention ladies, as now you will be called: there is no room for casual in Dior's new sight. There is no place for mess or for slack or shredded starlets in baggy balloons. Instead there is beauty and order - a vivid color palette so tight it could come from a Skittles bag. Swirls and ripples constrained like geometry lessons. Lacquered faces and bound hair; signs that say "do not touch" like the neon talons for nails. Is this a message for girls like Mischa Barton, who sit front row and dictate fashion's descent into hot pink thermals and non-washed jeans? Is this a continuation of Marc's Fall show, where everything got tighter and harder to fake? Or is this just a plea for beauty and order, more political and polite than we've seen? It feels like Galliano is an older father, instructing his daughter on how to behave at a party. And so, we're already plotting our rebelion: give us that gorgeous gray strapless poof and we'll wear it with tangled hair, smeared eyeliner, and French Sole ballet flats that less us sprint fast.