I thought that, like myself, Mr Kane had been enchanted with Raf's final offering for Jil Sander. Much of the first part of the collection could be said to be derivative. Those powdery palettes, the pretty formalism/occasionalism bent out of shape origamicly and undercut with a liberal sexual frissaince (sp.)
The dialogue doesn't really get going until the pieces evoking mattress springs. I'm still not quite sure what's being said. I like but I'mnot sure yet it's his best.
Yes, NPJ, London rocks. Nyc sucks. Who ever said otherwise B)