From acid dreams come forth the fabulous Blanche DuBoises and Marchesa Casatis that were always Galliano's favorite characters. A smattering of such folles wended their frantic, frightened way down the catwalk, limbs akimbo, fluoro makeup askew. They were counterpoint to a collection that looked a lot like Margiela's Replicas, pieces immaculately reconstituted from other times. That particular talent—the ability to remake, remodel, recontextualize—was always a facet of Galliano's genius. And the coats here were a quintessential '70s moment re-created with circulation-threatening sleeves and floor-sweeping lengths. Layer the gilded Art Deco-y one over a skinny rib-knit and a plaid mini and you could almost hear Galliano saying, "Take that, Hedi.