Part paisley, part Persian carpet adventure, Dries Van Noten moved away from his modernist army experiment of Spring Summer to a softer – albeit heavier and darker – collection of thrown together bohemia.
This was a downer in the best possible way, as Kid Koala’s scratchy trip hop soundtrack amplified. If we’re seeing the 70s return on other catwalks, here it was more about a patchouli-scented free spirit rather than bell-bottoms or big collars; the Dries man as a recluse in pyjamas, scarves-cum-jackets and dressing gowns, with painted denim jeans, at odds with the world when he ventures out. It was glorious and poetic – and everyday life would benefit from a bit of that romance.
