Every season the good people at YSL dish out their manifesto (in a lovely canvas shopper) on the streets of the World's fashion capitals. Which usually involves us running around Bond Street desperately looking for the vendor (resembling an Evening Standard seller, only infinitely chicer) only to give up after 5 minutes then spend the rest of the day seeing smug fashion types parading round town with their monogrammed totes. Anyway rant over, here's a scan of one of the fabled pages. Glamourous non?