What is the most innocent thing you can think of? What's the opposite of Louis Vuitton's autumn winter 2011 underground tale of fetishistic late-night visitors to a shady hotel? There isn't much more childlike than a candy-coloured carousel.
And this was the stage for what seemed like the final chapter of Marc Jacobs' Tales of the Unexpected.
Jacobs called it "the circular dance of fashion - the circle has turned once more and arrived at a place of pure enjoyment, gentleness, joie de vivre and love". In place of saucy maids we were greeted by immaculate hostesses in white uniforms. Instead of handcuffs, we had parasols. Where caged lifts had stood, a merry-go-round from which each model dismounted her horse and paraded her prettiness.
Simplistic daisy lace, organza wrapped broderie anglais and cotton check suits in candy floss colours were enchanting. Feathers streamed from dresses and giant-sized sequins studded and stoned looks for a 3D effect.
Ballooning from the bust, some of the looks created a pregnant bump, which wasn't deliberate or appreciated. For all its sparkle and garden party whimsy, there was a good deal of daywear too: a white roll-neck grounded an appliqué skirt, a masculine military jumper was inset with broderie anglais.
To see us home, once again Kate Moss closed the show. This time not smoking a fag in teeny hotpants but innocent in sequins and feathers. Was this a departing love letter to the label? If rumours are to be believed and this is Marc Jacobs' last collection for Louis Vuitton before a move to Dior, it certainly completed the circle.