Puff Daddy

...and Jared Leto had ombre hair way back in '03, suckaz!

We've been hearing about a Carine Roitfeld documentary in dribs and drabs since before the first issue of her magazine, CR Fashion Book, even hit newsstands. Fabien Constant is the man behind the camera--he previously filmed Roitfeld for a fantastic mini-doc for W magazine about the editor’s exploits during couture week--and he opened up about what we can expect from the film, and when we can expect to see it.

PARIS--What does it say when the crowd is more abuzz about Karl Lagerfeld, and, ugh, Puff Daddy, than the clothes? That's the question I was fretting over before the Dior presentation. But by the end, I was reminded that it's not a crowd that makes a collection. Kriss Van Assche’s line for Dior Homme is a study in clean lines and exact silhouettes. I’ve already used the Jedi metaphor, and the Amish one, but Van Assche’s Dior really merits the same comparisons, except more flowing; this is Jedi School; Amish adolescents. Many of his looks were incredibly loose, and free, despite their attempted adhesion to Van Assche’s calculated silhouettes and restrained, almost sullen palette of gray, black and brown (and like, many others this season, one or two points of red…as if a touch of blood is needed to indicate a pulse). The Amish hats said “I’m going to study in silence,” while the layered wools and billowing pants said “I’m seventeen and it’s time for Rumspringa!” The collection was presented in a gigantic hall, nearly empty except for six lucite chandeliers and several white fireplaces against the rear wall.

Reader Josh pointed out this jacket from Sean John (at right) to us. Even with the Hefty bag quality of the material, it probably looks familiar to yo