Legs in sleeves notwithstanding, Yamamoto’s floating, A-line asymmetries had the easy, nonaggressive air that has characterized his work from the beginning. Yet as model after model in neutral, wrinkled layers of crispy knit and floppy satin kept wandering down the runway, it became clear that there was not a lot of incisive new thinking going on. Things perked up when he sent out a shot of intense red washed satin, and a gentle version of the season’s shirt-dressing theme; otherwise, underwhelming was the word for it. Sure, Yamamoto is being realistic in showing his accessibly-priced collection now. But in the Paris spotlight, the world still expects more from him than a routine dilution of house standards.