The legend of Sisyphus, the son of Aeolus king of the wind, who was condemned by Zeus to roll a boulder up a hill for eternity, gave its name to the latest effort by Rick Owens, who spoke metaphorically of his frustration with the obstacles put in front of and suffocating total creative freedom. The modern Sisyphus on the runway here wore tunics, coats and tops that appeared to have been ripped up and stitched back together again, revealing the bare skin beneath criss-crossed by chains and straps, while some of the hems were frayed and some surfaces laminated or puckered, as though being crossed by waves. Tired of his usual chunky sneakers, Owen proposed a seemingly prosaic version which up close revealed a haze of plastic tufting.