Then just like that the tempo changes, out comes the deep thumping house beats and the strident pounce his models are known for (they are by the fastest models I have ever seen in my life on the runway- but I say that mesmerized and completely beguiled). Out come framboise colors, emerald sheaths, boys who look like girls who look like boys, the strut of creatures immersed in ethereal dispositions, silver jackets, cause you are on the moon after all and all the eyes of the world are on you- cause you are a beacon of what makes the heart pound. Strut faster…godliness comes sooner.
Pockets deep and fleeced with the soul of wool, yanking in luxurious hew, perpendicular to bopping beige wool tassels, more emerald hues, maroon bleeding around the lapels and up and down the leggings, undulating to each disco beat. This is mood over mood, intricate over explicit, light over dark, minimal over mass and still the model pounds the plank, and the audience just keeps sucking it in – in awe and delightful disbelief. Models coming down the plank one more time, song says ‘Not in Love’ – but if you ask the audience the truth is otherwise- ‘but in love absolutely…’
Beautiful description of an awesome collection !