In a light-filled industrial mezzanine that’s usually home to a contemporary-art gallery, Michael Lo Sordo’s ravishing silk gowns felt especially sublime.
Music: Dramatic, abstract soundscape with pipe-organ leanings.
Hair: High, delicate buns.
Beauty: Deep-plum lips and nails, fresh skin and sculpted brows.
Key piece: A ruby-red gown with a neckline dipping into a naval-grazing V, with embellishments in metallic crimson winding their way from the front of the torso to the flowing skirt train behind. (But do we really have to choose? Every dress was impressive).
Overall feel: Dreamy, romantic and alluring. Sensuous Grecian sirens descended on Eveleigh this morning, floating down the runway in diaphanous pleated silk in pastel blues and pinks, deep reds and angelic whites. Sordo’s gowns looked as if they were light as air, bouncing and moving as their wearers drifted down the runway, some with chiffon trains, others with sheer, deconstructed capelets. Necklines dipped toward the navel or rose above the décolletage, the latter just as sensual as the former, with Sordo using gossamer silk across the chest. It was tightly edited and simply enchanting.