Bernhard Willhelm

Again abandoning the catwalk for his men’s collection, Bernhard Willhelm created his own rainbow-colored apocalyptic world.

Like dozing zombies, his pale models were strewn about a dimly lit space reminiscent of a vault. Their garb, however, writhed with life. Separates were saturated with Kool-Aid colors and overlaid with ragtag fabrics and patterns, not unlike foreign fruit in a night market.

Knotted rope held together ensembles or wrapped around shoes, implying an unravelling, while jackets with feathered puff sleeves suggested angels among the heathens. But it’s unlikely any saints will be found in this rather dark presentation.

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