LONDON, United Kingdom — Key arbiters already anoint MAN’s Charles Jeffrey as a standard-bearer for the delirious, historicised extravagance that spawned the likes of Galliano and McQueen. (And like them, he’s a Central Saint Martin’s alum.) “Iconic couture, Louis XIV and grandeur,” were the launchpads for Jeffrey’s collection, staged on a catwalk covered with sand and roses.
Picture a pin-striper in a variation of Dior’s New Look. Or a boy corseted like a cancan-ing chorine. Or a priest in turquoise leather. Fey? For sure. But there’s a craft and a sense of ceremony that promises something much more substantial to come.