Just as exhausted editors from all over the world were ready to pack up and fly home after a longer-than-usual couture week, along came Fendi with its grand finale: the Maison’s third haute fourrure show, set in the very charming Théâtre des Champs Elysees. Guests drank champagne and filled in the stalls and box seats artfully decorated in gilded art deco style. It truly felt like a celebration, its only dissonant note being the very exhaustive security checks at the theatre’s entrance. But of course, this being a fur coat show, the danger of activists letting loose among a crowd of well-heeled, mink-lined, chiffon-dressed clients would be obvious to anyone. And yet, when the golden curtain got up and the first model walked through a wood-like set invaded with fairy tale-like flowers, dressed like a couture version of Little Red Riding Hood in a crimson lace cape dress, one could legitimately wonder, where was the fur?