As the models streamed out – rosy cheeked, red-lipped, healthy-wealthy, all-American (well, obviously not all-American, mostly Eastern European and Russian, but you know what I mean) and smiling – the girls ALWAYS smile for Michael (even the most exhausted professional catwalker knows she looks like dynamite in his clothes), it was clear we were in for a treat.

The first section was a powerful punch of black and red. Checked blankets fashioned into easy coats, skirts – midi-length, very much THE length in New York - and ponchos. Oh and, naturally this being an autumn / winter show, the hugest, most voluminous floor-sweeping fur coats of the week – ‘PLATINUM FOX, IVORY MONGOLIAN, DISTRESSED SHEARLING, BRUSHED MOLESKIN,’ to be precise. (Kors always writes his own show notes – AND ALWAYS IN JOLLY CAPITAL LETTERS).

The second section segued into more familiar ‘Kors-Beige’ territory (or ‘CAMEL’ as he put it) – and very lovely it looked too, with lustrous checked mohair and Aaron knits and the odd chunky cable knit knickers, beneath an outrageous fox coat, of course.

For eveningwear, Kors didn’t disappoint: the most drop-dead, sinuously-draped gowns, fashioned in gold, then black, then silver, then crimson sequins, (sorry, ‘PAILLETTES’). This was Kors on top form, doing what he does best – making women look like the proverbial million dollars. And did I mention the million-dollar-babes sitting front row? Jessica Alba, Debra Messing and the incredible Angelica Huston, appeared to lap up every piece. No surprise then that today, on the cover of Women’s Wear Daily, the American trade bible’s headline blared: ‘Kors Shares Soar On Strong Profits’ with third quarter revenues rising 67.9 per cent to $373.6 million.

Shareholders will be pleased. And, more importantly, with another hit collection in the ‘FRAMED DOCTOR’S BAGS AND SATCHELS’, so will the Kors-faithfuls.