Owens was up to his usual antics, yet the message resonated differently, casting a fresh light upon his familiar courtyard. It almost felt like new territory. The blacks were deeper but not necessarily darker. The form-fitting fabrics were comfortably embracing, without constraining. High waists encouraged models to stand tall with confidence.
Nevertheless, a somber undertone still permeated Owens' silhouettes. The exaggerated arches of shoulders appeared even more severe, distorting the natural contours of the body. Collars extended far beyond the heads, serving as armor on a metaphorical battlefield. Some models had their heads sheltered under delicate layers of mesh, observing while remaining protected. Following the ensembles came last season's duvets, transformed and lined with strips of denim and mesh, followed by translucent trails that billowed like ethereal flowers in the wind. Owens' creations conquered not only the marble stairs but also mirrored the prevailing atmosphere of our contemporary world.
The Lord of Darkness has ventured into the light, embracing luminosity and embodying its spirit. As this chapter came to a close in the color of love, a hue also reminiscent of blood and pain, it whispered that pleasure could not exist without its counterpart. Owens voiced this promise in the most profound way.
