The showstopper however was a bejewelled white dress/nighty with white feathers. With the model adorned in jewels and a fur (and the dress barely covering her woman bits), the outfit screamed sex. But then again, on some level when isn’t trumping up a couture piece not about sex? The crowd was in delicious agony.
All in all a delightful effort, with homage paid to a bygone era with intimations towards the bawdry and decadent seething under the wide lapels and sleeves. It will take a brave women to wear some of these dresses, but I’m sure that’s exactly who Ms Angsana markets for anyway.