Now then, Fred and I have both been admirers of Le Mindu since long before we even met each other. He truly is the Nutty Professor of Hair – what ever is happening in the outside world, be it rain, wind or global financial meltdown, ol’ Charlie won’t care, no he won’t, for he’s too busy toiling away in his laboratory cum salon crafting away on the greatest futuristic suits made of hair that money can buy.
It was no accident of fate that I was in the front row for his latest feat of hirsute mastery, and here is what I saw. . . .
On paper, Paris's imposing monument, le Tour Eiffel plus a clingfilm suit doesn't sound that great. But on the catwalk it really came together.
The main part of this outfit was a giant collar, overflowing with blondness like an inverse waterfall. Astounding.
This model's head was topped by a giant pair of Daliesque lips crafted in black hair. We like.
My personal favourite look. And possibly a true fashion first, with the London premier of hair-trouser-tights.
And the great man himself. Running away from the spotlight, as all the best designers are wont to do.
Charlie, nous t'aimons beaucoup! Au revoir for now,