It's elementary, kittens.
So Johnny put on a Sherlock Holmes-inspired show:
"Galliano looked beyond the caricature cinematic Holmes to Conan Doyle's brilliant but troubled investigator and martial arts expert with an opium habit.
Models in layers of swishing overcoats in heavy tweeds and fur-lined deerstalkers opened the show, followed by straight-laced Victorian gentlemen in bowler hats and razor-cut three piece suits. Some of those particular characters — modeled on Holmes in his Baker Street daywear — were laced tighter than others, as evidenced by the ladies corsets that peeked out from beneath their slim trousers in Prince-of-Wales checks.
Then came Holmes the martial arts enthusiast, his head shrouded in gauzy bandages and wearing jewel toned briefs and dragon printed satin boxing robes. Holmes the decadent frequenter of London's opium dens came next, in bejeweled Chinese pajama pants and jackets in deep purple velvet."
Clearly, by the time you get to the corsets, you're meant to lean back and enjoy the show because that's what Johnny loves to do; put on a show for you and tell you a story. You can shop for pieces later. At least we would. There are some fucking awesome suits and coats in this show. That 4-button double-breasted pinstripe tailored so tight you can cut paper on it? TO DIE. We're so in love with so many of the pieces here (and it's Galliano so you really have to mentally disassemble each look to see each piece) that he's almost got us believing we could pull off a bowler hat, possibly even a cape.But not a corset, poodles. Never that.
[Photos: Catwalking.com/Wireimage.com/NYMag.com]
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