On the stage behind the runway, a pair of he-men in metallic jock straps and bandages stood beside their storage tubes. In keeping with the laboratory-like setup and its Frankenstein implications, the back of a black jersey gown was embroidered with a sparkly ribcage, and skeletal silver hands gripped the shoulders of a leather hourglass dress. Somewhat less obvious was a pair of net bodysuits with red and blue beading that represented arteries and veins. But there was nothing understated about the models' footwear: leather platform pumps and boots with curving spinal-cord heels.
The Caten brothers were probably aiming for a kinky bit of fun, but icky is more like it. No doubt, there's still a customer for the sexual come-ons that they sent down the catwalk, but the collection as a whole felt out of step.