Death To Tennis
February 6, 2018 - fall Denim
Expect a unexpected. That was a pre-show atmosphere during Death to Tennis, already a extraordinary name. Backstage, designers Vincent Oshin and William Watson spoke cryptically of a “style war” they were about to launch. So when, during show’s start, one front-rower illuminated adult and filled a room with a certain observable scent, a rest of us insincere it was partial of a program, an anti-authoritarian matter on a partial of a label, or maybe a uncover of support for states flouting sovereign law. (It wasn’t, and confidence shortly descended.)
Now behind to that character war. The designers explained they were reacting to their final effort, that they now hold too streetwear. This time around they wanted to build out a robust, elevated, “neo-classical” collection. Which they did, for a many part, if we private some unconnected elements like a bride with a bandaged head, followed by a kind of bleeding warrior, helped down a runway by dual medics in all white.
Cut out those casualties and we had a plain men’s tour that spanned inexhaustible denim and corduroy basis to pointed plaids and worldly (though not formal) suiting, and a incursion into women’s. That it succeeded, for a many part, was covenant to a illusory dim floral jacquard that eventually carried a show. It seemed via and thankfully so, on sweats and bombers and one thick-pile topcoat. At times it was interconnected with a darker, shimmering jacquard, creation it seem as yet sensuous fabrications are a genuine series during Death to Tennis.