Well, once again Rodarte delivered another pretty, well-crafted, high-concept show that I can only pretend to understand or care about.
I'm a traditionalist at heart. Put me in a corset, a tiered ball gown with an understated origami bow at the neck and I'm in fashion heaven.
Rodarte's clothes tell a story -- this time apparently about
sleepwalking in Mexico, I dunno; tell me all about it Nicole Phelps -- but with those hefty Mulleavy girls, it's never just about the clothes.
They have a vision, they're making a statement and I respect/love that.
Would I wear it?
Well, maybe the
Tarzhay versions.
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