We joked with some editors today that we had to hit Viktor + Rolf, just to see what the models would have to do next. Two seasons ago, it was tango. Last season, it was balance their own light and sound systems on their heads. But this season, it was the editors who had to work. There was rain before the show started, which meant the Tuileries had something in common with Glastonbury besides beaucoup de skinny jeans. It was muddy. It was everywhere. Whomp! There's Grace Coddington, plodding through the gravel. Sop!! There's Bill Cunningham, wading in puddles. Whish! Anna Piaggi and Hilary Alexander, shaking off droplets. Meanwhile, Anja Rubik and Agyness floated blissfully down the runway in white tiered dresses screened with black lace print, and little violins stitched or seared on everything - the collars, the hems, the bodices. That '70s song "Close to You" played overhead - we spotted Derek Blasberg mouthing the words with the Russian Vogue team - and though we were very, very far away from the runway, it was the first time we ever felt a connection with Viktor & Rolf. Most of it was lovely, when it didn't veer on the side of pastry, and best of all, no models were harmed in the making of the collection. But Julie Gilhart's chic black shoes? They might need some intensive care - she bravely hiked up to the Tent like she was on safari.