Christopher Kane did not give us much to ponder while waiting for the show to start. No notes, nada. Just an iridescent mirrored runway to Instagram, which we did. He didn't have to, of course. The entire audience was already his plus, with everyone perched on a front row seat he had us at hello. Clever, Mr Kane.
His genius, and the term is not used lightly, lies in his unique ability to play with an audience's perception of what's good or bad, pretty or ugly, silly or sublime. The opening white motorcycle jacket embossed with a floral pattern over a matchy skirt was obviously great. Then a sharp white crepe dress came out but hey, were those clear plastic nuts and blots masquerading as buttons? Oh, yes they were. Another white crepe dress, this time strapless with a lovely big bow, got us thinking Kane was doing Parisian chic and he was, in a way. This being the man with a fetish for a funny texture however meant madames who lunch these were not. Something resembling bubble wrap appeared as frilly tiers on a dress with a white corset waist and another look can only be described as a pink plastic bow twinset. You'll want it, just take your time in concluding that.
Yet, for all the wonderful 'out there' stuff, this was a very romantic collection, the kind we would have liked to see if, say, he was given the keys to - oh, I don't know - Dior! The ribbon print he showed first on a skirt suit (the jacket being a zip-up one) and then on light as clouds chiffon dresses, light frills at the hems, were dreamy and so were the pink versions, each shimmery sheer layer resembling a sweet wrapper and the bows, oh, all the pretty little bows! Even Frankenstein on a t-shirt could not snap us out of the reverie. Like we said, clever Mr Kane!