It was also about testing the concentration of the audience. The wandering imagination tried to seize on the source of Kawakubo's forms. Were those upholstery covers or curtains she had torn down to sling onto the hips? What was the provenance of those puffy petals of fabric with their occasional pleated underlayers? As an enforced twenty-minute meditation on a single piece of clothing, it was a puzzling experience way beyond the realms of any normal fashion show. Still, there is something in Kawakubo's out-there abstraction that weirdly parallels the obsession with circular skirts that several designers are currently exploring. Apparently, it's not really all she's designed for summer, either. At the end of the show, Adrian Joffe, Kawakubo's husband, was standing by with assurances that there are plenty of jackets in the showroom.