Wham! Bam! Pow! “You’ll never take me alive,” “Stay here while I get help,” the affirmations set the tone of a collection inspired by the world of the graphic novels, all quiff-sporting heroines and their nemesis on a graphically splattered runway. The sound-track was so intense and punchy, it made the tightly packed bleachers vibrate – Kanye West was present but quite discreet.
For men, there were utilitarian olives and navy in thick, chill-beating shapes as an opener, giving off a snow action movie; remember that James Bond opening? You could tell the hero from the villain by the former’s handsome deep navy peacoat and the latter’s dastardly slick tailored jacket with an upturned collar. The palette was lifted from pulp publications, and was the textile variation of the CMYK’s most basic combinations.
For women, softly tailored separate saw their structure highlighted in bright taping, giving the sportier looks a dash of femme fatale. Under an oversized blouson, an origami folded skirt showed an asymmetrically folded hem and its bright red lining. One looked like a Y-3 version of the Kill Bill heroine in a bright yellow suit and trailing shawl. A handbag with the three-leaf logo tilted to the side recalled a sound bubble. The traditional Adidas stripes streaked down the back of a furry shrug.
Taken separately, many of these pieces will slip into the average Joe or Jane’s wardrobe.
Being one of the longest running designer collaborations in the field, Y-3 has some leeway in creative terms, which helps it leverage the Yamamoto repertoire of tricks into something a cut above similar ranges.
“To be continued…” boomed out at the end. But who expects Yamamoto to ever stop?