Impressive here were the round-shouldered outerwear pieces engineered in a wool-cashmere mix in navy or gray that lent a tough, pumped-up shot of steroids to the silhouette.
Once the models completed their rangy traipses up and down the elevated runway of blush sand, it sort of made sense: This was a gang of 21st-century female droogs who had wrought ultraviolence upon the hallowed citadel of menswear suiting for their own fashion gratification.