Easily the most orginal window I saw in Paris was this installation at Moschino. (To see larger view, click on photo or visit the article in the International Herald Tribune.)
The bird atelier, top floor, has dozens of tiny birds working at old-fashioned sewing machines, under the eye of a maestro who conducts their machine-orchestra. (The maestro is the slightly elevated figure at the right of the birds.)
Filaments lead to their chef d'oeuvre, the rakish military-influenced coat at right. Under them, their dormitory: tiny cots on the second and third floors, a canteen (set with birdie meals) on the first, and jaunty red trucks in two bays on the ground floor.
This graceful, whimsical and perfectly-executed fantasy elevated my opinion of Moschino; I was simultaneously charmed, tempted and awed.