I've counted: today must be the 10th Dior R-T-W show I've attended. Previous shows have always felt a bit like suspension of disbelief for me: the clothes never appealed directly, so instead they had to be viewed through the filter of who one would imagine WOULD desire or wear them. Today the spectacle of such worked, ambitious, glamorous eveningwear did away with the charade of trying to relate Dior to a youth market. These outfits were as near as dammit to the Couture and so much the better for it.