Max Chernitsov is touted as a hot emerging Moscow designer I’m expecting something groovy and Solaris-inspired
(the original, not the remake) and I’m not disappointed. Max’s stocky
men wear shiny silver and snug madras suits wide V shoulders, skinny
ties and pegged pants - the Russkie equivalent of a sharkskin suit? The
women are channel Emma Peel as oligarch’s moll: eelskin fabric
skinnies, red stirrup pants and slinky catsuits mixed with high-wasited
short-shorts and little jackets. All the models, men and women, scowl
out from under drawn-in monobrows (Frida Kahlo meets Cro-Magnon man).
I’d be scowling too if I had to walk out nearly-naked: one hunky male
model wears little else besides a scrap of lamé loincloth and a pair of
monkeyfur angel wings. Poor guy. I hope he had a shot of vodka before
his walk.
And on an unrelated note, a reminder of front row
etiquette, from your mother: sit up straight! Those who slouch forward
totally block the view of the rest of us down the runway. Thanks, and
now please finish your Brussels sprouts.
[A model in full unibrow and Max Chernitsov suit. Credit: Peter J. Thompson/National Post]
