So, we won't be seeing pictures of Elizabeth Hurley, P Diddy, J-Lo, Madonna, Rupert Everett or any of the other Versace favourites perched on tiny gilt chairs in the front row. The fashion press won't be attending the usual post-show bash and dancing with Madonna, eating Jennifer Lopez's wedding cake or any of the other boasts that accompany an evening fuelled by Versace's spectacular generosity. Indeed, the press and the remaining handful of couture customers will simply trot into the Versace store on the Rue du Faubourg Saint Honorè, get a close look at a small collection of no doubt breathtakingly beautiful dresses, quaff a glass of champers and go.