Because we’re still dressed up from last night.

The usual spring-to-fall fashion mood shift was particularly pronounced this year.

Big, fake, and fully able to outshine its surroundings.

Playing it safe: not something our cover model, Rafael Nadal, does.

There’s something a little dark about the girl next door this fall.

Jagged edges, aggressive shapes, fur on the edge of civilization.

Dresses that will still look good a century from now.

Even after the models have changed back, the tents have been disassembled, and the designers have left, a fashion show doesn’t really end.

The force that is Karl Lagerfeld powers through Chanel’s preshow prep like a black-clad dervish with a powdered ponytail throwing out new ideas. This season: camellias and double-Cs on the carousel, not on the girls.

Some designers relish the postshow happy lap. Others can barely be coaxed to wave. A lexicon of farewells.