Sitting on the front row at Paris Fashion Week, Geri Halliwell had not a hair out of place.
But as she rushed home to be with daughter Bluebell, it seemed the busy working mother suffered a wardrobe malfunction.
Geri was seen hurriedly adjusting her underwear as she raced to catch the Eurostar at the Gare du Nord in Paris. Dressed down in denim shorts worn over woolly tights, with a simple vest top, she appeared to have trouble with her strapless bra slipping down.
It was a different story the previous day when she attended the Viktor & Rolf Ready to Wear Spring/Summer 2011 show in the Jardin des Tuileries.
Geri was perfectly coiffed in a black and white off the shoulder dress, worn with laced boots. She watched as the designers showed their on-trend collection which centered on that perennial cool-girl staple - the boyfriend's oversized button-down shirt - and towering meringue-like shoulders big enough to make any eighties prom queen blush.
The pair morphed the oversized boyfriend's button-down shirt into little cocktail dresses, paired them with shorts and cropped pants and stretched them to the size of a pup tent.
One shirt, cropped to the model's midriff in the front, reached ankle length in the back, where it billowed like a superhero's cape.
The button-down also featured prominently on other Paris catwalks earlier this week, including Dries Van Noten and Maison Martin Margiela, where it was worn oversized as a dress or tied around the waist as a skirt.
Viktor & Rolf also continued their experiments with volume, which last season saw them pile all the looks in the collection onto a single model, Russian stacking doll style.
The volume this season was concentrated in the shoulders, towering merengue-like constructions that would have been hard-pressed to make it through a standard sized door.
The series of short white cocktail dresses in bridal-gown satin and lace that closed the show had several maxi-puff sleeves stacked on top of on another to create volumes that would make even a Texas prom queen circa 1985 feel grossly inadequate.
Elsewhere at Jean Paul Gaultier proved punk is still alive and kicking as he sent out Joan Jetts in spiky wigs and rose-emblazoned jean jackets.
Bunuel's classic film about the perversion of France's moneyed elite, The Discrete Charm of the Bourgeoisie, was in the air at Azzaro, a Paris house that has made classy clothing with an undercurrent of perversion its trademark.
Designer Vanessa Seward served up sweet little-girl frocks with oversized ruffles at the neck and hemlines. Worn on grown women, though, the abbreviated dresses lost a lot of their sweet innocence. Sonia Rykiel flaunted an overall Paris tendency toward neutrals and whites with a rainbow-hued collection of color-blocked sweaterdresses.
A convincing, if not groundbreaking, collection from the label that earned the title of 'Queen of Knitwear' more than four decades ago.
After the shows, the fashion elite flocked en masse to a party in honor of Chanel uber-designer Karl Lagerfeld's collaboration with sporty Italian shoemaker Hogan.
Karl was in attendance, as were anyone who's anyone in the fashion world. The ponytailed designer regaled the well-heeled crown with a short black-and-white film about love and trust among models decked out in Hogan.
