If we at Lujon Magazine were to review this collection, we would most definitely mention how glad we are to see Rodolfo Paglialunga finally starting to feel at ease with Ms.Sander’s aesthetic vocabulary after his somewhat clunky collection for last season. And we wouldn’t shy away from noticing the re-working of the previous creative director Raf Simons’ penchant for mid-century modernism. As it seems, we at Lujon magazine are noticing a certain gusto for daring colour coordinations, and this collection delivers and delivers well. Maybe this was not exactly a trumpeting triumph of a show, but definitely it was a solid lineup of outfits that will appeal to both the affectionate Jil Sander customer and to the new clientele for sleek, approachable fashions. Did we mention the gusto for daring colour coordinations?
But we won’t review this sensible collection. We will ask Mrs. Robinson to do it for us. Because why not. (By the way.)
Mrs. Robinson: I like this dress. Do you like this dress Benjamin? What’s that Benjamin? Is there something you want to tell me? Stop looking at my perky bosoms Benjamin.
Mrs. Robinson: I would like to say something, Benjamin. Don’t interrupt me. Would you like a drink? You should have a drink now Benjamin. Unzip my dress. You don’t find me desirable Benjamin? I want you to know that I am not in any way partial to leather, Benjamin.
Mrs. Robinson: Let me guess, Benjamin. Is this the first time you see a knit in such an intense shade of orange, Benjamin? You maybe mean you are interested in having a drink? Or maybe you would want me to seduce you? Are you familiar with anal beads, Benjamin?
Mrs. Robinson: I’d like you to hang this overcoat on a hanger. What’s wrong Benjamin? Pour me a drink. I don’t want a drink. Make me a drink. You don’t mind if I call you Sonja and slap you while I chain you to the ceiling, don’t you Benjamin? You have heard me, Benjamin. Do you or do you not? How would you feel if I’d bark? Yes, Benjamin. Bark.
Mrs. Robinson: Hello Benjamin. Do you mean you would like me to wear this ensemble, Benjamin? Or do you mean you would like me to smear you in peanut butter while I slowly start to chew your socks, Benjamin? Did I mention I’m a alcoholic, Benjamin? I thought so. Now pour me a scotch and get undressed. This? This is a studded whip, Benjamin.
By Mrs. Robinson