It is hieratic, luxurious, icy, glacial. I really liked it, truly, but not as a Tom Ford show. At times I felt like I was watching an Armani runway. That rarefied atmosphere, the formal rigor, the cold and distant beauty... please tell me I was not the only one. Kjeldgaard’s obsession with sending models out in groups actually works in this context. Still, let’s be honest, the truly iconic moment would have been a finale with Mariacarla and Vittoria. The weak point was the soundtrack. Overbearing, dissonant, at times almost unbearable.