February 20, 2001 London
In keeping with his reputation, Mouret showed plenty of dramatic, body-skimming tops held together by nothing more than a leather rosette; goddess dresses were suspended by only a piece of glittery adhesive tape. If you can't quite picture yourself taking the subway at rush hour wearing a satin handkerchief, you'll be glad to know that there were also sensible fitted jeans and skirts with leather inlays, and a couple of tuxedolike suits and jackets.
In a world of increasingly homogenous dressing, Mouret has clearly carved out a distinctive niche for himself. Still, one wishes he would explore new territoryat times his collection was simply repetitive, and it didn't help matters that many pieces were embellished with the same glitter-trimmed holes as last season.