The celestial figures painted on the fresco dome in the Cunard building downtown may have had the best view of the Alexander Wang show, with its giant cross-shaped runway and wall of white lights. From the ceiling of the rotunda, they would have seen grey figures with sleek red ponytails strutting, some trailing satin skirts from shiny matching trousers, others shimmering in sequin-flecked mohair sweaters. Down on the floor, everyone was tempted to reach out and touch each piece that walked by. First, fuzzy skull-tight cashmere hoods. Then, furry black mittens pulled up above the elbow, so large they looked like the models slipped on bear paws. Fingers drummed on thighs when a soft grey fur wrap skirt appeared; the girl wearing it had slick wet hair – she may have hopped out of the shower and decided to towel herself with a mink. If that's how you live, why not wear it out? After this show, anything is possible with Alexander Wang's dark and desirable vision. Bring on Balenciaga.