I’d heard from friends that the Christopher Kane show was weak, and even though I try to avoid reading reviews before I write mine, I sometimes end up seeing one or two, and they were also bad for this show. But I didn’t realize just how bad. This was a disaster of plastic squiggles, tea cosies, and cheap looking fabrics. And nothing to love.
I love… nothing.
I loathe…
All images from Vogue.com.
















