Crinkled, printed shirts, the kind you can wear untucked, look out of place on a designer runway. They’re something you might find in an outdoor market, like the one outside Sharon Wauchob’s spring show in a grand municipal building behind Paris City Hall.
They were a low point in an otherwise appealing, lounge-y collection that found its sweet spots in nonchalant daywear and gossamer evening ensembles.
Wauchob’s low-slung trenchcoats, with shirttail hems and an undulating vent and pleats in the back, were handsome in beige twill or forest green suede. Pleats were a recurring theme, fine in loose and silky jumpsuits or a fan-shaped leather skirt with a peekaboo panel of lace on the rear side.
Spidery lace was the basis for evening tunics and simple T-shirt dresses and slipdresses, re-embroidered with vine and flower motifs and sprouting eyelash fringe. They were lovely and conjured the dreamy mood the shirts couldn’t.