Dear Shaded Viewers and Diane,
Mad-as-a-Hatter. Never before as such a familiar, tender epithet suited just as perfectly a Walter Van Beirendonck collection. And suits were there, indeed they were, and so were the bow ties and opera length gloves, candied in their milkshake hues, with an oddly tasty preponderance of salmon and peach. This time though, classical blacks and whites turned up just as much, with long, candid shirts pulled out and fastened to the chest with tightly knotted ropes, either real or printed in pink: the kind of formalwear you would wish for were you to join the White Rabbit in time for tea, with a lacquered lightning on your patent shoe as a reminder not to be late.
Later,
Silvia
