It promised to be a cool show, judging by the crowd — young, focused, oblivious to the rain. Dressed in streetwear, naturally.
Further evidence: eight sets of drums, scattered around the room.
Earplugs were passed out in the front row, but Casey Spooner, wearing a weather-proof Sankuanz coat, declined. “I like it loud!”
Masanori Morikawa sent out a clever lineup of high-waisted trousers, bell-bottoms and coats — of all kinds; this designer is tuned-in. The drums pounded (precision ensured by a click track delivering the tempo through earpieces), segueing into lighter percussions at times, as men and women models weaved around the room, following a spiraled runway track.
Red roses, real ones, were offered as a fresh and sexy accessory, attached to chained chokers, fixed to belts or carried nonchalantly. Their images appeared on a purple and white letterman-style jacket, as well as a T-shirt, also sexy, which was paired with a long, lush coat in furry brown velvet.
An aesthete of the wabi-sabi vein, Morikawa celebrated the imperfect by twisting the classics. Adding an extra panel to an ivory double-breasted suit with pinstripes — should we call it triple-breasted? — the buttons were nudged to the side. A bright, blue baseball cap completed the
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