Famed for their gothic-grunge aesthetics, the pair softened the deconstructed edges via the addition of soft Victorian-inspired lace, tactile textures and smatterings of a more feminised colour palette. Draped chiffon dresses and tops ranged from haphazardly crumpled, and crinkled with random pleats to almost slipping from the shoulders. Jackets were either short cropped, tailored and lace edged, casually sporty or highly ruched. This hard meets soft imagery made for an affair of mixed successes.
Resplendence reigned in the navy tulle dress which heaved under the weight of what looked like a million tiny belfry bats, but were actually velvet bows. A thing of sheer beauty over a basic black tee and pants, it felt as though it might fall away at any moment. The cross slashed knee trousers were both cool and wearable whether straight up and down or piped with shiny fabric while the neutral toned barely there dresses proved that MK could excel at pretty. However, the sweaters were unmemorable and the boxy tees were scrappy at best. Once we'd tread halfway to Victoriana, it made us wonder what else the boys had up their sleeves in this direction, and away from those rucksack waistcoats that resembled oddly deflated parachutes.
Author: Chantelle Johnson.
