Agnes b.

Right here, right now.

From surprising designer items to the ridiculous T-shirts and bathrobes.

All the glamour of the Paris shows. All the comfort of your sweat pants.

Of all the men’s shows in Paris this past January, I walked away from Agnès b. with the biggest smile on my face: so much fun, so colorful, dynamic and trippy (“A la bastille” meets downtown bad boys). Knowing this, I couldn’t be happier to hear of the new Agnes b. store opening at 50 Howard St. in SoHo. Keeping up with her label’s themes, the shop has a massive proportion of space dedicated to artwork, and the scene is nearly as much gallery as it is boutique.

We covered the men's collections in Paris for the first time this season. Here's the finest of what we saw.

PARIS--Finally, some fun! God bless Agnès Troublé (Agnès b). Firstly, she fed us (sandwiches). Secondly, this was the most remarkable and courageous show I’ve seen so far. No bells. No whistles. No bullshit. Just great, colorful clothes following the smart and streamlined design aesthetic Agnès b. has established and kept to since the 1970s. The first thing to notice as the show started was the classical guitar: no whining tones to indicate the coming thumping house beat, just simple strings. Next came the hats. Agnès had her models dressed as bohemian soldier boys, wearing Tricorne hats, bowlers, caps, ushankas and fedoras. But they weren’t gimmicky. They accessorized a lavish tweed redingote, which fell to knees ensconced in velvet pants. Her black jersey jackets, with gold buttons and colored lapels, on top of the striped tees that made her famous, let us imagine the most carefree of deserters, brigands and thieves (the sashes may have been a little over the top, but I didn’t mind). But Agnès didn’t get carried away with the past.