With neon colored cloth and models who struggled to find the gist of walking down the plank (to be fair, it seems there was a pothole on the highway that organizers should have tended to before the show began…) these girls tried valiantly to affect cool and elan, but the clothes fell flat, were not well executed and anytime we come across a model struggling to navigate the plank because of the limitation of the design we are immediately in sorrow for her plight. The clothes in its entirety reminded this author of what a young high school sweet heart would wear if she were attending a prom in Mars. Which isn’t really saying much… With a designer who’s shown better efforts in the past a quick march back to the drawing room will see civilization ultimately better off.
If you are into nubile skinny boys with shiny pecs and abs of steel caressing the planks in white sheath tights and dog collars, and the occasional Superman G string this was definitely your show. With young lads lampooned with ear muffins (why we couldn’t figure out…), criss cross latticed sheath tights and the occasional 5 year old princess (yes she took our collective breath away…) Djamee was a real treat. How versatile the clothes will prove to be in the open market remains to be seen, but as an accessories designer, one couldn’t help but smile in the end when Superman finally flew down the runway. It was I trust this author’s opinion the designer’s best effort at irony and tongue and cheek and it nearly worked. Perhaps if Linda Carter’s Wonder woman were to follow behind super boy all would have been forgiven, but at least the collection woke up the audience out of a stupor that it had by now begun to find itself in.