Roland Mouret can always be counted on for plenty of old-school sex appeal; he can turn a few yards of fabric into a show-stopping, ultra-sexy cocktail dress with just a pinch and a tuck.
In keeping with his reputation, Mouret showed plenty of dramatic, body-skimming tops held together by nothing more than a leather rosette; goddess dresses were suspended by only a piece of glittery adhesive tape. If you can t quite picture yourself taking the subway at rush hour wearing a satin handkerchief, you ll be glad to know that there were also sensible fitted jeans and skirts with leather inlays, and a couple of tuxedolike suits and jackets.
In a world of increasingly homogenous dressing, Mouret has clearly carved out a distinctive niche for himself. Still, one wishes he would explore new territory—at times his collection was simply repetitive, and it didn t help matters that many pieces were embellished with the same glitter-trimmed holes as last season.
