Sex is
rarely far from the surface at a Joseph Altuzarra show. The pink gingham of the
first few outfits fooled you into thinking this was an unusual occasion on
which he'd abstain, but if you looked closer the kinks became clear.
An
otherwise proper skirtsuit featured a dangerously high middle slit, and a
perfectly pretty dress was gathered at the shoulders and tied loosely at the
sides with ribbons trailing pearls, as if still askew from a tumble in the
sheets. In real life and on the runway, that interplay of purity and
provocation stokes desire. Altuzarra said he was looking at Rosemary's Baby
(Mia Farrow's unmistakable, haunting lullaby soundtracked the show) and Barry
Lyndon. "Both movies are so beautiful," Altuzarra said, "but
it's an ill-fated, sinister beauty. Which I liked."
If those
films conjure eras past, the clothes here hardly smacked of retro. Altuzarra
has a modern touch. Modern, and light. A black and white striped crepe de chine
shirtdress practically floated down the runway. Tucked into high-waisted
tapering pants, a button-down and lightweight cardigan were more covered up,
but the proportions were fresh and sexy—the girl in the outfit no less
tantalizing than the one who was unbuttoned down to there. In any case,
Altuzarra didn't let himself get hemmed in by plot. Striped Moroccan blankets
were reworked into asymmetric wrap dresses and skirts, as well as an
outstanding coat inlaid with leather trim. Fetish-y leather latticework pieces,
meanwhile, were apparently inspired by Renaissance architecture.
Altuzarra
had the crowd right from the beginning, but the trio of finale
gowns—"deflated 18th-century dresses," he called them—were so
fabulous, so casual in their lavishness, it's hard to imagine anything this
week will top them.
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