Christopher Kane’s latest offering this Fall RTW 2014 is a ceaseless eruption of ideas that is as infectious as a rabid gibbon tripping on acid. Kane had imagined the kind of girl who might raze the grounds of a lewd punk club with his frankenstein creations of knitwear meets PVC. Her brazen wit holds no boundaries as she crashes in like a wrecking ball ala Miley. Indeed she is a tough nut to crack – ripping apart her boyfriend’s jackets and cruising through joints with morbid fascination.
Knowingly, all of that was present – the profane, the sinister languorous combinations came together in what one could conceive as prolific. It was a blackwidow’s assault on the sickest hues of yellow and pink: conjuring the decadence that was at anytime wickedly seductive. Kane had savagely transgressed densely threaded knits with contorted silhouettes that spiral snake-like down those sinewy limbs.
This collection couldn’t have been more a synthetic pleasure-dome for fetishists in fashion’s fiery pits. And as it closes in, the sculptural tomes of ethereal organza ruffle like pages to the book of Kane’s shadows. Once again, we were granted salvation at the sight of this beast’s own brand of fatal attraction.
Christopher Kane is available at Net-a-Porter.com
