Peter Copping is playing it safe and salable, but maybe that’s too much of a good thing. While others aimed for the stars, from all that gold at Balmain to Rick Owens’ abstract patchworks and the packaging constructions at Balenciaga, Copping kept it ladylike at Nina Ricci with hourglass lingerie looks and skirts made from the kind of silk flowers that decorate the heads of Sunday church-goers in the South. It was demure, peek-a-boo and slightly retiring, inspired by Copping’s vision of a Belle Époque Winter Garden. The best pieces were the washed silk tea dresses with all the delicate finery in front and nothing but sleek black in the back like a one-dimensional belle