Perhaps Rick Owens’ men are no longer men but have been transformed through genetic mutation into creatures with enormous, soft carapaces layered around the body or a part of it and seeming almost to crush it. The effect is produced by an assemblage of down jackets (or quilts) tied around the neck and torso, in one or more colours, layered over thin vests and high-waist oversize trousers in pure Owens style, wide leg and flared to cover the shoes. These bundles resembling so many airbags alternated with leather jackets, blazers and overcoats with extra-long knit sleeves featuring maxi-pockets and grid appliqués, which were perhaps air vents to let the skin breathe under so much material.