Wow. A Viktor & Rolf show is always a guaranteed spectacle but I actually laughed out loud at this one! I'd like to say it was because their unbridled playful experiment with tulle made me happy, but I'm not quite sure I can convince myself it's a matter of laughing with them. Or maybe I am? It's okay to feel confused when presented with clothes that are the tulle equivalent of Edward Scissorhands' handiwork on the neighbourhood shrubs.
I have to say though that I'm finding myself quite fascinated with the cross-section of those precision cut-outs in the skirts. How many layers must there be? The compulsion to touch it is almost unbearable. (And I kind of want to eat it, too. Is that weird? If you have to ask, yes. Yes it is.)
However, not all was taken from a ballerina's acid trip. There were some very beautiful and wearable looks among the curiosities: