To be perfectly humorless, these fashion shows (about which I know as little as it is possible for a Western female to know) seem to have evolved over the years into a kind of performance art--the costumes and models you see aren't meant to be taken as anything a sane human being would wear.  They're like kinetic sculptures or paintings, or dance or something.

Just the same:  that thing in aquamarine?  Baaaaaaaaa-hahahahaha.

Do the models look like they are having any fun? And they are getting paid to wear that dreck.

Except for one thing:

I sincerely hope that the unibrow look takes off. I hope that women start getting unibrow tatoos. That shit is H.O.T.!

Having screwed two fashion majors and a model while I was in college, I can safely assure you that fashion shows are the clothing equivalent of concept cars (a subject near and dear to my heart at the time as an Industrial Design major):  Artistic masturbation and self-indulgent ideation.  That said, there are usually nuggets of something that regular fashion will take and turn into trends (think those awful lowrise jeans that do virtually nothing for even the most attractive woman's figure, except to reveal deficits in wiping practice).  And, Lurker, as my favorite fashion major was into the Club Kid culture at the time, let's remember it was a fantasy in reaction to and in parody of high fashion of the time--sigh, nothing's holy...