Solid, straightforward and skilled tailoring and dressmaking, as always. The suitings and leathers are for stylish women to make all their very own, without caring to look like a clown just for the sake of 15min of being “edgy/groundbreaking/faSHON” nonsense. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of in an era where even so-called couture offerings can’t even get the tailoring right.
Her casting is, as they say— a choice. And I get it; this is an era where the plain-Jane is favoured in place of the untouchable, unreal and surreal beauty. And the otherworldly vision of McQueen the man is long long long gone. And frankly, the better for it since no one will ever come close to him— at least not in our lifetime. And vey glad Sarah has dropped all the desperately-seeking-to-be-hard gimmicky styling fodders that’s been nothing but distracting and annoying (... although that ugly duckling alphabet-embroidered nonsense looks hilariously out of place amongst the swans here). The impact would have been more powerful if these designs were simply presented on wooden mannequins— or just hangers.