But fashion wouldn’t be fashion if it was all work no play. Much to our satisfaction, the designer also cranked up the dial on her signature silhouette, and we’re not just talking in terms of volume—blaring neon hues of green and pink graced the runway, reminding us one last time that taking on the world and being the belle of the ball never have to be mutually exclusive.
The most striking feature of the line, however, was its ability to elevate recycled articles into full-blown masterpieces of Cinderella-esque proportion—with a lil dash of urban battiness. This season, grandpa’s closet was definitely raided, but considering the level of Edwardian theatricality the duo was able to rouse out of those dusty herringbone wools and polyester pajamas, gramps really can’t be too mad about it. We know we're not.