Haider Ackermann certainly knows how to set a mood. Showing at a cavernous Florentine palazzo rigged with clusters of chandeliers and backed by the melancholic vocal stylings of model Jamie Bochert, Ackermann presented his first men’s looks. Although he took pains to assert that the men played a supporting role to the women’s precollection, the guys outnumbered the gals. “Who is the man behind my woman?” he mused backstage. For starters, the man had traveled through North Africa, judging by the ornately embroidered jackets and harem pants. Ackermann’s muse, on the other hand, floated like a mirage in cascading tonal silks. “Like the fabric is fainting to the floor,” he said. The couple shared a sense of evening drama and a love of the designer’s signature draping. Whether Ackermann will commercialize the men’s wear remains to be seen, but his lady has definitely met her match.