Lana can't sing live... Who cares?

When I think of he empowered elements of the défilé, there is quite simply nothing that makes the experience as truly wonderful as the soundtrack.

From the halcyon days of the 1980s when Yves Saint Laurent sent models down he runway to the best of Frey's "The Heat Is On" - bare-breasted, one shouldered togas... There was no turning back.

Music had become the quintessential entrée into the world of the rarefied Salons du Mode.

If I could, I would sit down and rationalise my top 1,000 songs of the shows. Soundtracks have become a ubiquitous part of the Fashion Universe.

Lana del Rey features quite strongly on my list. From the flowing, dark and dangerous BORN TO DIE, to the sexual undertones of OFF TO THE RACES.

She knows how to evoke the various incarnations personified by the designers themselves. DIET MOUNTAIN DEW transforms me into a Denizen of PRADA's 2012 Spring-Summer collection.

ABC's perennially chic début album THE LEXICON OF LOVE arguably won the title of the greatest album of the 80s, as voted by SKY magazine. Melodies equally at home in the long-gone boys' clubs of the 50's... Slickness, lyrics of enchantment, the battles of the sexes in Love. This album couldn't do any wrong.

Even THE LOOK OF LOVE received a major makeover in 1990. This track fed my soul, my desire to design, and perfected by strut, as styled by feel of the times.

Saint Etienne's classic remake of Young's classic ONLY LOVE CAN BREAK YOUR HEART graced the runways of Lagerfeld, post Inès de la Fressange for Chanel.

Ah, soundtracks. They maketh the mood of the collection come to life.

Who are we entrusting the future of recording the world of fashionable music for posterity? We must try - are future generations were aware of how things really were?

Until then, I will feel many moments. Especially the eternal sense of chic that emanates from LOVE IS A STRANGER.

Strutting through life, many will ask: WHO'S THAT GIRL!

Girl? Wrong? Who's that Gougou?
A queen?

A king?

A stalwart of individuality?

A protector of a bygone era, lived with passion?

Or, all of the above?

There is no accounting for taste, style or image.

Only the truth can be accepted. Style is mutably immutable. Only those open to themselves can understand that change is as obvious as we choose to make it, if at all.

Until next we speak, listen to Paloma. Respect. Miuccia. Dream of Patrizio. Love PRADA, and desire to understand what I am talking about.

Bisous.

Gougou, x.

Ps, Simon may not say, but I think where Dior is concerned: Simons says!

Just ask Raf.

Aren't we going to love his work even more than ever now?