A further accompanion to Raf Dior, nod in the direction of minimal Christian from LVMH. But, at times, in a drapey, asymmetrical slouchy way. Pristine, even cold near opening - fresh let's say - yet artful and sensual. Again a pace of serenity. It has that powdery dryness of Raf's Jil finale. But keeps twisting into liquid sheen. It was organic romance. If layers below coatdress level were seen they were gossamer fine, of lingerie weight. There were Raf/Phoebe skintight slightly sheer minimal tops stretching tautly. Elsewhere couture away from the body bulbous bud forms.
The shimmering powdery blue and pink gowns at around 7.30 mins in were divine and celestial. An elegant necked poetic dream for a woman or a girl.