IN PARIS, NEW FASHIONS REFLECT OPPOSITE MOODS
At 2 A.M. Sunday, the Champs-Elysees was one long black limousine inching its way from the Arc de Triomphe to the Place de la Concorde. Groups of young men in leather jackets stood on street corners. Young women in tight skirts looked for taxis. Romantic couples walked head to shoulder. It did not matter that it was raining or that the leaves on the sidewalk were being blown into little tornadoes. Paris was awake. It was going to have a good time. And nothing - not the weather, the Government, the rate of exchange, the taxes, and certainly not the triumph of the Japanese at the current spring fashion shows - was going to stop it. At La Piscine, the newest club in town, young men with Jean Marais haircuts (shaved in back and long on top) were standing eight deep waiting to get in. They wore long black coats, T-shirts, suspenders and sailor caps. Some were tattooed. The young women had crew cuts or wore fabric wrapped around their hair. Everyone wore black boots or white sneakers. Inside, it was all white tiles and different levels. The dance floor jumped. The music was British. From a balcony, Patrick Dupont, the young ballet dancer with the Paris Opera, who is the toast of Paris, surveyed the sea of heads.