He has just put down the reins at Hermès with a knockout final Paris Fashion Week show featuring leather corsets, gaucho hats, Erin O'Connor and eight prancing stallions. Now, at 58, perhaps JPG will focus on his haute couture line, go island-hopping with his Greek boyfriend, maybe release another few variants on his iconic perfume, continue with his La Perla underwear line but generally take it easy. Pas exactement.
He tells me passionately that he would like to splatter the Pope in red paint. 'Haemoglobin, all over the Popemobile, that is my suggestion! That is how I dress the Pope.'His accent and speech patterns are truly, deeply, parodically French; if he were an actor in 'Allo, 'Allo!, you'd think he was laying it on too thick. It takes three goes at 'aaaa eeeel'before I realise he's saying 'high heel'. He is too late for Il Papa's visit to London, but he applauds those who did demonstrate: 'At that, the Anglo-Saxons are very good.'His Catholic faith, never particularly strong ('Sorry, God, I am sleepy, I will do my prayers tomorrow'was his stock formula as a boy, he tells me), is waning because of the Pope's continued stance against condoms, regardless of the HIV epidemic. 'His word is deadlier than the sword. This is scandalous criminal. I should become Protestant! You can have sex only for procreation?'He pops his pale blue eyes. 'They should accept reality!'