PARIS, France — Attending a Yohji Yamamoto show is an exercise in reiteration. The Japanese master has long perfected his deconstructionist take on tailoring, each new show being the nth instalment of shapes and cuts that basically never change but basically nor need chase to charm. Because, you know, the older Yohji gets, the more he charms: there were funny slogans and even a couple of Yohji portraits painted on the back of fluid dusters which topped roomy jackets and cropped pants. It gave everything an ironic, cheerful twist. Strong nods to japanese workwear and looks that suggested a street gangster thing gave a punchy vibe to the proceedings, which made for a solid outing.