It was also, she explained, the last part of a three show cycle.
That acclaimed just-passed Paris centerpiece was calledThe Procession, to mark her creative union.
And this finale was named The Wake.
It was the end of the affair.
Said Rocha: It was really wild.
What united them, she realized, was boning.
Corsetry thus ran through this third collection.
Its delicate superstructure embraced the abdomen within tie-detail nylon parkas and rompers.
There were many more characters in Rochas congregation.
Polo shirts and closed-forearm fine-knits disintegrated into banks of tulle or more corsetry, sometimes sewn with metallic flowers.
The models wore eyeleted and strapped thick soled oxfords or adorned Crocs, some in a short gumboot style.
The fabrics were pressed to seem recently disinterred after long slumber, perhaps in a coffin.
Tonight Rocha gave us a gorgeous, deathly, lascivious send-off to remember.
