Christopher Shannon insisted on "muckiness" and "dirtiness" as guiding principles. "I m always around sportswear references, and they re quite clean," he sniffed. So he d been casting around for new inspirations and watching Hoarders and the like in his off hours. Eureka. "Sometimes what you re looking at becomes your reference," he said with a laugh. "There s a fine line between art and mental disease."
So stitch it in, pile it on. Many of the Shannon pieces were actually multipieces: jeans collaged from various fabrics, knits cobbled from bits of knit, part cabled, part flat, part… SpongeBob, was that, grinning from the upper right? They were a hoot. As before, Shannon acknowledged that commercial concerns were high on his list of priorities, so nothing odd was too odd. He d expanded his repertoire, adding leather for the first time, in long-tailed shirts and jeans. It s canny to suggest your wares are hoardable, and that desire spares no one—so a group of girls hit the men s catwalk, too. The real surprise here, the shirtsleeves hanging on by a zip notwithstanding, was how clean and well arranged it all wound up looking.
