Yves Saint Laurent
It was frigid inside Paris’s Grand Palais and the temperature ended up being prophetic. Stefano Pilati’s clothes were as cold as the massive, historic venue. The collection of black, white and charcoal separates and dresses were very austere with some going as far as to bring to mind a Catholic nun’s habit. Many of the looks were centered around flyaway capes, some of which were plastic worn over sharply tailored blazers. And the tailoring was incredibly precise. The creases and lines on one particularly stiff pair of wide-leg trousers were so sharp, one could have gotten a paper cut on them. But beneath all of that austerity was a hint of naughtiness as well; some of those prim, covered up dresses were transparent, revealing nude bodies underneath.
