Waking up and finding oneself not psychedelic was like making a regular visit to Kokon to Zai to discover that the bargain basket had gone. It was time to rethink everything. What now? The same. Always the same. But if not psychedelic, what? An aesthetic we can barely begin to comprehend. It was psychedelic and it hasn’t changed yet it’s not psychedelic from here; it’s another layer, shape-shifting, trans-modern. It has a certain vitality: it’s ambient.
Hiroko Koshino tapped in to that verisimilar aesthetic. It’s far from 1960’s psychedelia, evokes the confidence of the digital know yourself psychedelic, yet it’s way beyond. Ultra-modern. Not a trace of uploading into the present. Not outlandish. Just chic.
A mix of bright colors and bold silloettes flowed down the runway followed shortly by white and white cut-out dresses. The cut around the top of the arm was flattering for those with extra flesh. In summer both cover and airflow welcomed. Skirts were delicate and bold like upturned flora. Tights were jazzy. It was a very practical collection on the one hand; white on the other. Fragile yet definite. Simple yet powerful in a way that escapes.