They said it could not be done. They said you could not stage a show about whispering and have it heard. They were wrong. The collection opened with a single collar, in oatmeal velvet, descending the runway at the speed of a glacier.
Over the next 22 looks we saw an ivory ruff of impossible lightness, a navy bow tie with a built in sigh, and a closing gown collar so gigantic that the model had to be carried by four junior stylists. The ovation lasted 3 minutes and 40 seconds, and then someone knocked a glass off the champagne tower, which, in a house like ours, is considered applause.