Tim van Steenbergen's markedly mystical elegance made an appearance at the Modenatie in Antwerp this season, not Paris, for a defile in which models gracefully stepped out of make-believe movies, of sea-side resorts of days gone by, pseudo Coco-Hepburn eras, a banquet of "night blue and cream, softened pastel tones and silver glimpses" for us to love. The sounds of an S.O.S. Morse code signal morphed into other ethereal noises (I won't disclose) evoked a tender bliss within those who watched, in scorching, forehead-dabbing heat, the unwrapping of this designer's Spring/06 creations as models strolled down the Reine des Plages of Oostende, a catwalk promenade, sweatless and pretty. Afterwards, invited guests drank luscious Vedett bier and blew cigarette smoke off a 4th floor Modenatie balcony as a happy reception raged. A success.