They reprised the military topper in so many reincarnations it was hard to determine which was more beautiful than the next (no doubt, international buyers will be pondering over that very matter for days on end when it comes to the task of placing orders that stay within budget). There were white jumbo corduroy versions with khaki patch pockets, others in canvas and with sleeves clad in netting or dripping in iridescent pailettes; some had leather strapping, or hoods, others had athletic stripe collars – they kept coming and coming, and crucially not to the point of boredom.
Far from it.
Eveningwear, (for sake of argument let’s call it “eveningwear” but no doubt a Rodarte girl will wear any one of these dazzling, fluttery frocks at any time of the day) was standout. There were ragged, diaphanous slips made from a mishmash of all manner of confection – silk, sequins, netting, appliqué petals, crystals, even ruffled and knitted sections were spliced in there, thrown in for good measure. If all of that sounds like something horrendous from a dressing up box, it really wasn’t. These girls are expert at crafty couture, their appeal rides on the currency of it-shouldn’t-work-but it-does, and this collection was another example of that ringing true.
Other gowns streaming in nude ostrich feathers oozed more commercial appeal, one of those would work on a red carpet the world over and frankly, any woman – not just a die-hard Rodarte fan – would deem it pretty.
A final note: thigh-high lace-up boots and spray-on high-rise white jeans are cool again.