Couture blaxploitation, logos-a-go-go, leather-clad revolutionaries, whip-toting modern courtesans--where else but at Dior? John Galliano's romp started with a series of wildly sexy denim looks reminiscent of a glammed-out Foxy Brown: knee-high lace-up logo boots, foulard tops made out of Dior's signature print, frayed microskirts and supersexy tan leather pants. Just when you were ready to call the vice squad, out came a parade of 18th-century-inspired white, black and red corsets with lace-up skirts and leggings (asymmetrically cut and with plenty of zippers and laces, of course). Insouciant dance-hall girls in enormous coiffures, velvet ensembles, polka dots, deconstructed suede, whips and satin getups followed. It doesn't get much closer to the fantasy of couture than this--and nobody makes it more fun than Galliano.