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runway.blogs.nytimes.comFebruary 11, 2012, 9:15 pm
Miguel Adrover Returns
By ERIC WILSON
Shortly before Miguel Adrover’s return to the runway tonight after a roughly eight-year absence (not counting the small presentations he has made for a German eco-label called Hessnatur), I stopped backstage to say hello.
Mr. Adrover, a designer who sort of looks like Jesus, was studying a model who was wearing what looked like half of a tropical rainforest, with sharp bones protruding from her jaws.
He gave me a big hug hello and I told him he looked skinny.
“I feel like I’m going to faint,” he said. His nose was running into his beard, something I noticed, rather unfortunately, when he gave me a big kiss on the mouth.
You never know what to expect with Mr. Adrover.
In the late 1990s, I had covered his meteoric rise after he showed a collection that tore apart fashion’s sacred cows, and also, his spectacular fall after he lost his financial backing in 2004. Back then, he had ripped apart a Burberry trench coat to turn it inside out into a dress, resulting in a cease and desist order, and once made a coat from what was described as the mattress ticking of a bed that had belonged to Quentin Crisp. He was the embodiment of the anti-fashion movement, a group of designers who railed against the big brands like Gucci and the notion of manufactured luxury.
But over the years, Mr. Adrover became something like the designer who cried wolf. His provocative collections never went anywhere. But important editors and retailers still lined up to see his return on Saturday night, partly because it will be unpredictable and partly because fashion people like to have their buttons pushed.
It was worth the trip, if only to witness such an outburst of creativity. Mr. Adrover reprised some of his greatest hits, making a dress out of men’s shirts that had been tied together, building the shoulders of a jacket with baseball caps, and, yes, reworking a Burberry coat. There was a sweater with knitted cats crawling all over it, and shoes that ended with gloved leather hands, each flexed into aposition with the middle fingers raised.
The clothes are hard to describe, sort of like collages. In his press notes, he wrote that he imagined a plane having dropped luggage from its cargo hold over the Amazon, and theYanomami people finding the contents and putting clothes together in a haphazard way. A Gap anorak, for one example, became the cape of something like a dress. And in their way, the resulting garments were remarkably more beautiful than the original pieces.
This collection, for what it is worth, was called “Out of my mind.”