Marianne Faithfull singing with Metallica made the perfect soundtrack for Limi Feu's new collection. The world-weary woman bruised by love, the metal merchants pumping out their dark sounds…that said it all, really. In a sea of black, there were two white poet shirts, like moonbeams at midnight. They were the most obvious manifestations of Limi's new appetite for romance. There were plenty of others. A leather waistcoat flared into a little peplum. Layers of trailing black scarf points were Stevie Nicks in a graveyard. A sheer black skirt was trimmed in lace and wrapped in a big crocheted scarf (a black leather biker jacket anchored the look). The same crochet was also a full skirt under a highwayman's coat, though the floppy hat made the model look a little like the Creeper's girlfriend. One imagines Limi finding the gothic cross-reference quite to her taste. It certainly defined the serious hard-rock spirit of her clothes, much less polka-dot playful than in the past. But she is still adept at striking a balance between the weird and the wonderful, as in the elongated cardigan with the deep, scooped neck, or the fringed cardigan coat.