“It is fun to see imaginative clothes even when they’re on the wacko side,” wrote Bernadine Morris after John Galliano’s show, which started two hours late, at 11:00 p.m., in Paris’s Salle Wagram. The models were outfitted, reported Vogue, “as shipwrecked marauders in worn frock coats, as fainting consumptives in bias-cut chiffon, and as down-on-their-luck aristocrats in extravagantly puff-sleeved gowns.” The article continued: “The models love all this stuff and they act like crazy for him. . . . They swaggered so . . . they didn’t notice when their tits were hanging out. They took off their shoes when they felt like it, feigned malaria when called for, asked, ‘Did I bat my eyelashes enough?’ when they played the down-and-out girls still trying to keep up appearances with their fans and pearls.”
