Loewe

This was a Loewe by Jonathan Anderson collection that can be comprehended as a line-up of utterly beautiful, artisanally made clothes, but also in terms of something much more conceptual. The framework of this show – set in a private exhibition of small landscape and domestic scenes by the late American painter Albert York – is the context for the designer’s quite off-kilter reflection on the meaning of luxury; specifically a zooming in on the interior landscapes and extremely decorative antique objects collected by wealthy Americans. “I started exploring this idea of provenance and why we buy things and why things come to have meaning,” he said. “The idea of an outsider looking into a world that we don’t experience.” Naturally, Anderson’s intertextual mind was shooting off, looking at the insanely ornate collectibles – elaborate china, tapestry embroideries of pets, Chippendale furniture – that women interior designers “specifically of the 1920s” placed for their clients in their Upper East Side apartments. And there we have the provenance behind the Loewe prints of chintzy fabric and wallpaper flowers, the painted radishes, buttercups, and foliage of English early-18th-century Chelsea porcelain. A silvered collar on a gray cashmere overcoat, masquerading as look-alike fur, turned out to be carved wood. Trompe l’oeil “caviar”-beaded embroidery smothered everything from tracksuits to curtain-fabric balloon trousers. One of the show-stopper bags was a fully detailed bunch of antique Chelsea porcelain asparagus. A replica of a replica from nature, served up once more as the ultimate luxury fashion object for the 21st-century collector.