My first response was to dismiss these Lolitas (as they are known out here - you may recall them from the Hot or Not? project) as grotesque caricatures of femininity. How could the bizarre creatures in the first sequence of floral dresses be the work of designers capable of such subtlety when it comes to Menswear? But as the models proceeded to come down the runway in these draped jersey numbers, with their pleats gathered and 'sealed' with a foil motif like a wrapped bar of soap, it was clear that a complex and sophisticated point was being made. The hauteur and grace with which they modelled slightly matted looking furs to the tune of Bach's Air on the G String was just bewitching. As with Nabokov's Lolita, you found yourself being won over by a persuasive 'narrator', completely against your will. Not since Viktor & Rolf in the good old days have I experienced such a challenging and compelling show without having a clue as to its meaning. Bravo!