But thanks to Vogue Paris you have a front-row ticket to the best parts of haute-couture fashion week and all you have to do is sit on your fabulous behind and press play on the video below.
And, the best bit is you don’t even have to worry about Karl K-nterfeld and Anna Wintour judging the size of said backside as you shimmy into your seat.
Bring on the bejewelled lips at Dior! Bring on the Grand Palais made over to look like something out of Alice in Wonderland! Bring on the slightly heroin addicted-looking fashion insider near the end and someone rap on Donatella and Karls’ coffins and tell them it’s show-time!
Vive la France!
PS: That’s not coke that guy’s skiing on at the end.