Meanwhile, his last effort for Balenciaga will be remembered for its restraint, focused on precision silhouettes and no grunge or angst save for one slightly scuffed briefcase. His fetish clothing archetypes in the dressier register — trenchcoats, bomber jackets, strong-shouldered tailoring, ladylike suits and old Hollywood gowns — were idealized and sharpened like No. 2 pencils on the first day of school.
I tend to agree. The front row for this show was bonkers, but the collection itself knew what it was doing. Take a look.
