"Women "of the night" who've had a few dangerous liaisons emerging from their lovers' beds in disheveled layered slip dresses, cropped tailoring with low-slung hipster trousers and twisted boob tubes with mannish coats – the kind that Yohji Yamamoto does so well. The models slow-walked to a simmering tango offering up knowing glances here and there. Yamamoto once said in his autobiography, My Dear Bomb, “There is not much to be said for exposing the flesh as if in some blatant offering.” Here there was flesh but it wasn't up for grabs. What Yohji's women concealed still made the mind wonder."
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