An Vandevorst and Filip Arickx understand the importance of a dramatic entrance. For their spring A.F. Vandevorst show, they arranged models to arrive riding side-saddle at the back of motorbikes to the sound of a dozen engines roaring through the historic patio of Paris Saint Germain’s medical school. It was shorthand for: Just back from a biker rally in the Far East.
The designers made the two divergent words collide. Heavy motor-cross boots were worn over rubberized leggings but styled with Mao-collared tunic dresses, which they had embellished with little shisha mirrors. It was pretty but odd.
Elsewhere, floor-sweeping skirts were paired with sleeveless, masculine military vests, feeding into the lineup’s thirst for stark contrast. At times the noise calmed down: A monochrome catsuit tuxedo had a good deal of transcultural appeal.