John Galliano, whose passion for bias-cut glamour is influencing many couture collections, is still searching for backing to mount an rtw collection in March – and to insure delivery of the present collection. Now he faces a more pressing problem, however: finding a roof to put over his own head. Galliano was reportedly booted out of his Marais apartment after neighbors complained about his wild partying.


Rupert Everett, fresh from spending three months in a Rome cemetery while acting in an Italian horror flick, has signed to appear in Robert Altman’s “Pret-a-Porter.” Everett will play the part of studio assistant to designer Robert De Niro. That’s right, Robert De Niro as a Paris designer.


Though you would never have guessed it from the scores of autograph hunters outside Gianni Versace’s Ritz show Saturday, this season’s couture has conspicuously failed to draw many grandes dames or big guns form cinema or rock ‘n’ roll. Among the most obvious social no-shows are Americans, with the exception of Lynn Wyatt. “I’m feelin’ mighty lonely,” said Lynn, who’s actually having the time of her life. The best rocker Gianni Versace could produce for his Ritz show was Simply Red’s Mick Hucknall, several notches down from Madonna or Elton John.

Kyle MacLachlan is also here, but he doesn’t care about fashion shows; he only has eyes for Linda Evangelista. On Sunday, the pair could be seen having an intimate drink at the Ritz bar and sharing a silver dish of french fries – with ketchup, of course. And late Saturday night, Tatiana Patitz, who is making a kind of runway comeback, was seen having a late-night tete-a-tete with her new beau, Johnny Depp.


There’s a new frost covering Paris. Linda, Amber and Tatjana are showing off soft but sunny streaks and highlights. On the runways, hair is also getting longer: Linda is growing hers out again now that her face is known all over the world, and Amber is sporting a rather unflattering Karen Carpenter do. Off the catwalks, however, the more mature beauties, like Isabella Rosellini, are going short. Carole Bouquet, who was sitting in Chanel’s front row, has also chopped off her long locks – perhaps after hearing the rumor that young Uma Thurman may become a new Chanel face. “I decided to cut it on my own,” she said.


It may not be the perfect setting for haute couture, but the new Carrousel du Louvre is functioning quite nicely as the new home of French fashion. The entrance reminds many of an upscale mall, but once inside the fashion theaters, it’s just like the old Louvre tents – without the wind and the leaky canvas. Even Karl Lagerfeld, who inaugurated the Carrousel Saturday morning, liked it, despite the fact that he and Pierre Berge are leading a two-man crusade to oust Jacques Mouclier, who was one of the men responsible for building the underground complex. Mouclier, head of the Chambre Syndicle, was nonetheless on hand at the Chanel collection, greeting arrivals and receiving compliments about the place with a simple “I know.”


It had been billed as an intimate dinner for a few of Lagerfeld and Versace’s friends, but it turned out to be the big event of the Paris weekend, complete with 140 guests. At the center table in the ballroom/photo studio of Lagerfeld’s Rue de l’Universite hotel particulier, Karl and Gianni held court with Lynn Wyatt, Ira von Furstenberg, Veronica Hearst, a sprinkling of fashion editors and Susan Guttfreund, who had assumed the role of maitresse de maison, seating people and ordering waiters around. Unlike Karl’s last couture dinner, when Richard Gere got in a fight with Brian McNally, everything was friendly – except for a petite tiff between Gilles Dufour and Claudia Schiffer, when Schiffer arrived two hours late. Even from a supermodel, Count Dufour found this behavior “pas comme il faut.”


The fashion express, otherwise known as the Concorde, is fuller than ever these days. It helps, of course, that the Crown Prince of Kuwait recently used it to go from New York to Paris. And the Crown Prince does not fly alone: According to the airplane attendants, he booked 47 seats, 25 of them for wives and other female relatives, and the rest for security. And to insure prompt service, the Prince did what every high-roller does: he started passing out tips to the stewardesses.