Um, What The Hell?
Eyeless cloth hoods? Chains for a nose? Woven hair masks?
Guy Trebay makes some sense of this mess in the New York Times:
When a single designer chooses to efface his models, it's easy to slough off the stunt as creative license. But when a bunch of designers with no connection to one another are moved to eliminate the faces of the beautiful creatures they hire for the catwalk, it's clear something ugly is going on.
The designer, Jun Takahashi of Undercover said, "It was kind of a joke. I didn't want any distraction from the line."
Yeah, it's a joke alright Jun.
Style.com noted that a few models stumbled blindly into the audience but stops short of criticizing the sinister aesthetic that nearly every editor noticed. Guy Trebay had a trenchant observation relating to this, noting that most members of the style media seem to suffer from a form of Stockholm syndrome:
So identified are they with the designers who round them up twice a year and pack them into tents or empty art galleries or refitted sports arenas or chicly outfitted dungeons that they usually fall into agreeably complicit silence the moment the lights go down. "Look at the front rows," the writer Judith Thurman once remarked. "Everyone looks glazed. No one is really seeing."
To say the least.
In the meantime, Russell Simmons has declared that "Hip-hop is the only real description of the suffering of our people."
Yeah, you know it's hard out here for a pimp... You ain't knowin!