From the stiff coats and combat boots to the expertly draped layered dresses, Ann Demeulemeester had the luxury of doing what she has done well for the past 20 years be the talking points for one avenue of the season's key trends: being piled up in layers and looking like you could, if need be, bash in some poor bastard's face. The cheating fuck.
There were a couple of missteps. An annoying, "What Remains is Future" slogan was printed on a few pieces-- how profound!!!!-- and a series, thankfully brief, of some rather unsuccessful plunging neckline cum cowls with fringe to spare. Whatever, the rest was so good that we can all forgive and forget.