You know, after show after show after show of endless "good taste" interchangeable collections of the Tuleh/PeterChai/DerekLim/PhilipSom-AnnaWintour variety - fur-trimmed "poodle" coats (you know, skinny limbs, furry necks and cuffs...), cinch-waist or shift cocktail dresses with a bit of metallic brocade, I actually prefer the insane, unkempt and psychotic socialite (the sort who will never get an invite to a Costume Ball at the Met....) of Kai Kuhne to the pretentious 3 he left behind. He comes across as seriously unhinged, not the sort of "fabulous" madness of Jeremy scott or Heatherette.
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