rodarte fall/winter 2010
if i had been in that candle lit room, i myself may have melted into a shapeless puddle of sandalwood scented wax. the translucent leggings/pants with the floral? detailing remind me of the arm portions of our japanese exchange students kimonos. the gloves remind me of the polyester ones i would wear when i was a slobbering four year old playing dress up. like everything the mulleavy sisters do, it's a haphazard piecing together of independently beautiful fabrics to make something that is newly serene and looks like it's kept together with ribbons. the dresses look like they were carved out of clouds and sent down to earth in the form of ideas to be intercepted by the mulleavy prophets.