Gaultier was a joke and Sarah Mower was not laughing. Armani and Givenchy were boring.
Etc, etc, blah blah, give me a bowed bouffant and a riding crop.
I expect a lot from couture, a fantasy that I can only hope to attain, so don't give me whatever the hell this is. The queens on Drag Race could come up with better.
Uncle Karl delivered one of his best couture collections, replete with silver and jewels entwined with the fabric, a wink to the future he doesn't believe in.