Something’s definitely cooking in Enrico Carado‘s neck of the woods. His Midnight Fantasy played on past the stroke of sanity. E-evil women walked on like nocturnal pixies, the kind that go bump in the night after a sip of moonshine.
The dim lights turned up as dark faeries strutted out, commanding us commoners’ attention with their statuesque forms claid in Enrico Carado’s embellished frocks and deadly Joco Comendador footwear. Layered and draped black skirts and bodices were upholstered with winged cutouts and patches of leather, clearly a coat-of-arms for the Guild of Badass Faeries.
Tinkerbell could never. Though the silhouettes were simple, the details were divine in gathered and pinched chiffon, gold spiky accessories, as well as belts. Here’s a moment for the books: a few meters from her exit, one model stumbled (but didn’t fall), flinging her shoe off. Picking herself up, she removed the other shoe and wherqued her garment to the applause of everyone. Rah rah rah!—D-SIÓN
Photographed by Bruce Casanova