Sturdy? Completely. Serene? No diggity. However can minimalism ever be horny? Whereas that’s a fairly subjective query—the whole lot’s one thing to somebody—on the entire you’d suppose: nope. Minimalism’s (putatively) mental dedication to distillation of type and austerity of supply is simply too chilly to be sizzling.

But as we speak, typically, that was form of what Barbara Casasola was pitching for on this assortment. And, impressively, she typically type of succeeded. ”My lady could be very sensual,” she stated post-show, “and that’s what I do is about.” Her baseline daywear proposition starred loosely languid tailoring (smashing jackets), finely rendered silk bowling shirts, and a few comely high-waisted silk pants that had the puckered texture of paper splashed with water and left to dry once more. The recent stuff was a extra formidable sequence of fitted clothes and jumpsuits solid in polyester-spiked plissé taffeta and textured, knit silk. Though largely both monochrome or day-spa darkish rusty-neutral in tone, Casasola variously oomphed them up with Bardot necklines, grids of tiny incisions, cutaways on the stomach, or traces of bigger welts within the materials that ran down the aspect of her outfits from shoulder to hem to attain what the press notes coyly termed “a fragile reveal.” Casasola slightly short-circuited this interaction between inhibition and abandon with a bit that beachily whispered of her Brazilianness, most notably in a roughly woven full-length inexperienced skirt partnered with an (unreliable) bandeau and gleaming gold totem jewellery. This designer spent a couple of years at Roberto Cavalli, and though she appropriately noticed that his and her aesthetics are very totally different—oh, sure—she realized sufficient from the outdated satan to make this an at-times-effective train in date-night minimalism.