We are drawn to gaze behind the structure of the oh so Dior shapes, past the quietitude of a Zenlike palette, to the dripping sensuality within - at the level of fabrication trompe d'oeil and the story of details, weight and length this collection is beautifully and subtely sexual.
I believe the soundtrack to be Carsten Nicolai. It's anyway spiritual minimal techno on the trance.
Nicolai deals in the space between objects or polarities, frequencies. An object (a shape) is seen to have a sound in that it has a perceptual relationship to we, subjects. We can measure sound frequencies, convert them to a visual play of light and photograph it. The object, the form - which could of course be a body in or out of a dress, thus has not only light but sound. Put a different way a garment by itself or when worn on a body can create it's own music. Even if there is silence. The pace of the piece (and the girls exits, how slow and spacey they were) is becalming - perhaps even bewitchingly so. Those who got bored were not paying attention to the sensual detail and will probably by now be off performing some place else.
In the season of will it be Christian or Yves, Francisco Costa out Diored Raf in the way of his reverence for silhouette and, well, reverence. Yet he spoke of raw human truths about passion and desire. Within a structure of demure refinement. Impeccably classical; Barnstormingly of the present.