Here were only nineteen looks, though each worthy of a few sentences. To keep it tight, as the designers did, a few thoughts on the faceless collection:
To start, there were minimal dresses brushed with white paint, the cut off arm holes lined in raised trim. It seems someone tore up the walls, and then laid into the upholstery on the chairs, and the vintage dresses in the closet to mix brocades with silks with more stripes of weathered white. The all important pant under skirt came in boudoir pyjama red, pale salmon, and even, jeans. There was a trench-coat and sporty pull that dissolved into beaded flou and some heavily embroidered floral fabric matched with what had the effect of a bib of oversize woven chewing gum wrappers. And at the end, three tinsel looks, were, indeed, made of foil wrappers.
There's a gaudy room somewhere that's now bare, its shelves, its candy bowl and its decor, and for whatever reason its thieves are well-dressed and sporting matching white mid calf platform footwear.