As a whole, this tailor’s sleeper was neatly split at the waist, one of the sharpest, most digestible ideas of the entire season. It delivered fantasy and humor in a way that shows little fashion – busy getting those hit sneakers and bags in the field of vision of a shopper – try it now.
After more than a week of fashion shows that evaporated on arrival, here, finally, at the Climax, was an idea of sensuality and fantasy. No bare chest or exposed calf, and it still managed to be the sexiest show of the season. Provocation takes many forms, as always.
And so here I will break the third wall to note that no, I don’t expect many, or someone, Real Wear these boots – although I would like to see them try. If an article about slim pants can relieve my e-mail inbox, a debate about men who wear thigh boots are like Armageddon. Apply it.
In my eyes it was only good that David Cronenberg, the Virtuoso Body-Horror Author, was present during the show. For what Mr Victerello brought forward was an investigation into the human form, one of Mr Cronenberg’s films, more than any flat attempt to sell things.
“I love that idea to do something bizarre,” said Mr. Victerello, who admitted that he was not going to wear the boots himself. Not even to the Oscars in March, where ‘Emilia Pérez’, the film he co-produced through Saint Laurent Productions, is 13 prizes.
Then Mr. Vairellolo walked to his bow at the final, he wore a low-to-the-ground Nike Air Maxes, as if he wanted to say: “Well, back to reality.”
