I mean, we all loved last season’s mathematical precisions in laser cut cocktail dresses, but I for one was happy to note their absence on Sid’s runway this time around. Replacing the perforations were raw-ish edges (still cut with precision but not supposed to look like it from afar). NB: Sid’s tuxedo stripe has now kindly been moved to the inseam; a reverse jest of this season’s ubiquitous trend.
Architecture is Sid’s calling card (and cumbersome ankle boots that are back with a vengeance). I especially adored the deconstructed takeout box vest. You know all those double-curved flaps that are supposed to fold and slot together nicely to make a recipient for your chicken chow main? Picture it open, and now picture it as a black vest with the models arms sticking out of the sides: A walking takeout box. Shiiieeet.
The final moments of the show all eyes converged on what was the largest coat collar I have ever seen in my life. Sid gives Gareth Pugh a run for his money and I think us insipid Torontonians are finally willing to go to bat for him. Well, at least I am. Batter up!
