Some quite posh-looking togs but missing some joie de vivre here.
Darkly sensual or just pedantically murky? I'm seduced by the showmanship and
excellent soundtrack. Mona Tougaard walking off to John Barry's "007 and Counting", from
Diamonds are Forever was quite a moment.
Perhaps therein lies the clue: heroines, secret agents and spies. This could explain the retro loucheness
and broody stalking round the red rose petal strewn circular catwalks. Monochromatic palm prints and leather
flip-flops seemed like a perverse defiance of winter and the former, albeit a nice graphic punctuation, did
very little to lighten the mood. I wish that Maximilian would let down his guard little bit; give his vodka Martini
a vigorous shake rather than just stirring it.