Admittedly more polished, but still on the same juvenile cosplay level as Harris Reed’s Nina Ricci. It's just a soulless, junior version of
Irere, with not even a whiff of fresh effort to contribute. The Tomb Raider 3 South Pacific hut setting is kind of neat.
@Salvatore --feast on the real thing that is eternal evergreen and not this Jamie Oliver’s McQueen, which will smell bad in a few days:
(You know what’s so off-putting about this more than anything? How it's just another obnoxiously infantile showing of infantile showings that's been from so many of the once fearlessly provocative high-profile brands: Gaultier’s once visionary anarchist rebel with the masterclass tailoring skills of a classic bourgeoisie has now been reduced to a harmless toddler’s school pageantry that giggles at cheaply rendered male frontal nudity print; YSL is now permanently reduced to not just a fashion caricature, but a full-on fashion cartoon dressed in the widest of shoulders, brightest of clashing color-palettes, and biggest of accessories without a hint of irony, wit nor charm for children to easily digest; Valentino is more tedious
Virgin Suicides teen wallflowers and their gay BFFs playing dressup/crossdressing in their mums’ vintage designer wardrobe; and this utterly charmless showcase of the Bratz/OMG/Descendants dolls cosplaying in OG McQueen knockoffs shamelessly devoid of any commitment, intimation and edge. And Cathy Horyn has the paid nerves to criticize Haider’s Tom Ford women and men for daring to be adults amongst so many children playing dressup.)