Sitting beneath the lights of a sparkling Eiffel Tower, it’s hard not to surrender to your most romantic impulses. And everyone at Saint Laurent’s show this season at the Fontaine du Trocadéro—with direct sight lines to the ultimate Paris monument—did just that, turning into unabashed tourists raptly taking photos of the sight just as the lights went down. Days earlier, a similar hush had fallen over a room of fashion-jaded insiders when a quintet of supermodels who need only first-name identification—Cindy! Naomi! Claudia! Helena! Carla!—closed the Versace show in Milan with a Grecian goddess–like tableau. It was, to use a well-worn fashionism, a moment.