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. Warhol was the Pope of Pop, and the twins grabbed his brightly colored ball and ran with it all the way to the pink Speedo. The artist's candy-colored camo patterned a nylon shorts suit; his cat drawings provided the motif of a buy-it-now sweatshirt (fuzzy inside out). Who's to say there wasn't wit in a gray marl T-shirt that read "ANDY" where you'd usually expect to see "ARMY"? Warhol acolyte Stephen Sprouse's graffiti prints and fluoros were winningly co-opted by the Catens, but when imitation comes from a place of love, again, who are we to judge?
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.
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