Bring on the mayhem and magic of weirdness. Plus a bit of surrealism at Loewe, and Victoria Beckham’s Paris debut.
PARIS — There’s nothing like a little Duran Duran in the morning.
So it seemed, anyway, early Saturday when the first Junya Watanabe show in more than two years began: a whistle-stop reminder tour of Mr. Watanabe’s greatest hits, torqued through an early-’80s New Romantic lens and set to the strains of “Girls on Film” and “Hungry Like the Wolf.”
But this was no mere nostalgia trip (we’ve had enough of those). Nor a repeat of the past, but rather an interrogation; an explosion of shoulder pads, trench coats, motorcycle leathers, denim,
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