a yohji yamamoto show is such a serene meditation on beauty that it has the capacity to transport a viewer to nirvana. yamamoto never feels the need to provoke change season after season. he is so assured with his own aesthetic that he sticks to the things that he has explored ever since he debuted his collection in paris almost two decades ago. the simplicity of line and form that is a product of his japanese heritage always finds the correct appropriation with the complexity of what clothes mean in the western world. for this season, the trademark adrogynous sensibility was present, as well as the usual palette of black and white and of course deconstruction. yet despite the fact that this collection didn't break any new ground, it might possibly have been what made it so efficient. when consumers are weary on spending money, its nice for them to have the security to know that there are designers out there who they can still count on. no surprises, no gimmicks, just beautiful clothes. there is no worrying about the new trend or the new silhouette, or any of the next big thing. at yamamoto, an understated and intellectual elegance is guaranteed and that will never go out of style.