Designers often talk about wanting their clothes to have a sense of ease. The new Opening Ceremony collection conveyed something slightly different: a sense of un-hurriedness. According to OC's Olivia Kim, the collection took inspiration from Key West, absorbing the pastel palette of its Victorian houses and riffing on poolside piña coladas by dappling clothes with crystal pineapples. All well and good, but these clothes were a touch too genteel to reflect the Key West ethos; instead, they conjured life in a small Southern beachfront town, the kind of place where good girls wear cute-as-pie gingham dresses, bad girls are slicked out in skin-baring crocodile frocks, and rich girls waft around the country club in cloudy taffeta pants, and for all involved, popping to the shop for a soda represents an aggressive daily agenda. The clothes practically had a drawl.

Of course, Opening Ceremony being Opening Ceremony, there was plenty of frenetic activity concealed in this chillaxed lineup. For instance, this season marked the debut of the brand's sort-of denim range—sort of, in that the jean jacket jumpsuits and motorcycle vests and so on were actually made out of nubby chino. A capsule collection of jersey basics launched as well, while several new styles were added to the fast-expanding range of Opening Ceremony bags. The collection as a whole benefited from the ongoing development of OC's knits, with a particular emphasis this season on pointelles and ultra-fine, glossy sheers. The design team outdid themselves in elaborating their gingham theme, creating intarsia-knit gingham and a squishy technical gingham to go with the collection's traditional cotton pieces; there were also gingham-print sunglasses. Oddly, though, for all the hustle and bustle, there was very little news. The ultra-fine knits and the voluminous taffeta trousers were good additions to the Opening Ceremony vocabulary, and the introduction of jersey and denim (or "denim") was inevitable and perhaps even overdue. But in general, this collection didn't break the OC mold—nor, for that matter, was it trying to.