Not that this morning's show wasn't a spectacle in the grand Caten tradition. It was just more…er…restrained, though how can you say such a thing about a presentation whose soundtrack began with Edie Sedgwick trembling on the edge of a breakdown, and whose passing parade came to a close with a ludicrously perfect male specimen in the merest suggestion of a hot-pink Speedo? But in reality, the Catens taking on a Warhol subtext lent their collection a solid through-line, with enough graphic high points to merit a show-of-the-day gong.
Incidentally, the Adonis in the Speedo posed center stage, life-class-style, for the entire show. And that is at least one thing Andy would have respected in the Catens: Their reverence for the male body beautiful.