^^^... But did you like?
Fantastically absurd and wickedly inspirational— maybe even aspirational, in all its archaic deadpan, mundane, conservative foundation. It’s what the laziness of currentday Comme, Duran’s Gaultier and Glenn’s Margiela wishes it could conjure. So much bespoke, couturey chaos, brimming alongside its classic references— and all on a cast of creepy adults styled as the even creepier cast of children from The Village of the Damne: Debra Shaw finally being cast in worthy show of her presence. How this is for spring/summer is hilariously unconvincing, but who cares when the absurdity of distorted, warped sizing/proportions/ silhouettes are so well— and maddeningly executed.
Preppies in Wonderland.