If you haven't seen them, they focus on a man, who is called 'the man', and a woman, who is called 'the woman', and they feature a series of pictures and some artfully emotionless slogans.
'The woman' is chic, gamine and just the right amount of hunted cartoon woodland animal.
'No, hunters, don't shoot me! While it will enable my son to experience a character-defining rite of passage, it will traumatise thousands of young cinema-goers all over the world.'
The man, meanwhile, is brooding and bearded in a way that goes beyond the type who might be sexily taciturn and build you some furniture out of reclaimed wood, and out the other side into Tom Hanks in Cast Away.
And I speak as someone who LOVES Tom Hanks. He collects typewriters. What is not to love?
I feel that perhaps French Connection are channelling some masterpiece of French cinema that I have never seen. I think I mostly think this because a number of the slogans sound like they are written by someone doing a bad impression of Jean-Paul Gaultier. Who is French.
But wait – some are written like Peter & Jane Go To The Advertising Agency.
What is in the model's bag? A cake. The model likes cake. She does not eat cake. 'I eat cake,' says Peter. 'I eat cake but then feel wracked with guilt and self-loathing afterwards,' says Jane.
Reassuringly, though, some of the adverts do incorporate a modern staple of style speak – what I call the diminished fashion plural.
The shoulder is very special.
I'm wearing a daytime sequin.
I'm teaming this trouser with a heel.
With my generously-proportioned lower body, I simply can't do a skinny jean.
And so on.
But while the shoulder may be special this season, good shoulder health is apparently OUT for spring/summer 10. Look at this:
This is how she stands, is it? Well, edgy fashion stylists, how she stands will one day culminate in this beautiful young lady – who admittedly needs to get that hair out of her eyes because you can't see that pretty face – becoming the kind of pensioner who cannot elevate her upper body higher than 90 degrees to the pavement.
Fashion stylists seem hell-bent on jamming models into this kind of pose. But why? Because they are wreaking some kind of bitter, jealous vengeance on those extraordinary, elegant, elongated young bodies? Because it's cool?
Hear this, stylists. Bad posture = not cool.
I have yet to see a hunchback in Dazed & Confused magazine.
I have yet to read Dazed & Confused magazine, if I'm absolutely honest.
Here's another pouting uber-slouch:
The final advert that I have hamfistedly scanned reflects my own reaction to the campaign…