Rowley’s fondness for the fantastical kicked into high gear as the lights dimmed, tribal drummers began to pound and models appeared through a cold, bare-branched forest clad in looks that are decidedly … feathery.
First came the down parka (real feathers) with IMAX-size hood. Then dresses, tops and skirts of trimmed organza bits (feather light, though they looked furry).
Coats and dresses with long (seriously long) tassels danced a jig down the runway, defying gravity. And her last cocktail numbers offered feathers caged in layers of sheer fabric.
Does she really think customers’ll go whole hog for tassels? Doubtful.
But, oh, how the caged bird sings.