At first glance, the early parade of pristine white on Christopher Kane's catwalk felt like a direct reaction to the sinister darkness of his Fall collection. Then reason asserted itself. There is nothing direct in Kaneland. The vision of polished elegance he presented today was as underpinned by strangeness—maybe even a hint of horror—as all his work is. You didn't even need a guest appearance by Boris Karloff (Frankenstein on a T-shirt) to get that, though Frankenstein helped to clarify clothes bolted together with big plastic wing nuts. After all, the good doctor also attempted to bolt together new life from a handful of unlikely, even unpromising, ingredients, and that's a reasonable metaphor for the ambitions of the average fashion designer.
At first glance, the early parade of pristine white on Christopher Kane's catwalk felt like a direct reaction to the sinister darkness of his Fall collection. Then reason asserted itself. There is nothing direct in Kaneland. The vision of polished elegance he presented today was as underpinned by strangeness—maybe even a hint of horror—as all his work is. You didn't even need a guest appearance by Boris Karloff (Frankenstein on a T-shirt) to get that, though Frankenstein helped to clarify clothes bolted together with big plastic wing nuts. After all, the good doctor also attempted to bolt together new life from a handful of unlikely, even unpromising, ingredients, and that's a reasonable metaphor for the ambitions of the average fashion designer.
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