The opening trousers and jackets in meaty natural linen, dyed to look stained, fed Gaytten’s storyline of a young girl rummaging through trunks of yellowed castoffs, along with shiny new things.
She’ll try on anything, as long as it doesn’t hide her satin-trimmed underwear. Cue delicate blouses with ties and streamers, and wispy, bias-cut dresses. A diaphanous navy number paved with tiny bugle beads arranged in “negative florals” was a marvel of intricate workmanship, the embroidered parts as fluid as the silk chiffon.