Dear Shaded Viewers,
Corsets, tights, lycra, liquified dripping gold jewellery… Mugler tells the same old story about sex and seduction, but sculpted on the bodies of bionic women, playing a game of truth or dare… perhaps a little less truth, a little more dare.
Revealing skin would be an understatement at Mugler, Cadwallader exploits the power of the physical realm, claiming new territory in what makes ‘sex’ appealing. The coldness of minimalism is in juxtaposition with the warmth of bondage and fetishist elements, a formula that seems to be working well for the brand. Like a rediscovery of the human anatomy, the collection feels as if it belongs to tomorrow rather than today… enhancing the bodily structure to new limits.
Surely not the type of looks to go grocery shopping in or to pick up the mail, but there are already enough clothes to go around and pretend to look acceptable in society. So why not create something risqué?
Cadwallader’s vision for Mugler lays on the edges of extremes, not for the conservative minds nor the faint hearted, but rather for the bold and loud.
