The show opened to a man saying something like, "If my problem could be seen they would put my head in a machine." Dirk’s look is tailored clothes with street credibility. He cuts cabans large in a felt-like wool, uses dark non-executive pinstripes and lets his jackets swing.

Schonberger also showed women, in downtown wool versions of the little black dress and vaguely futuristic leather jumpsuits. He’s certainly a fine tailor, and has a good understanding of fabric – like a crushed cotton used in cargo pants that hung perfectly.

Dirk also has an eye for detail – six-inch wide, multi-buckle belts worn by the gals like holsters, or a great pair of boots in one-inch wide woven leather. That said, this show never really came together.

Perhaps it was the unnecessary crush and confusion, the distance from the clothes or the inordinate difficulty of even just getting to your seat – several people actually splashed through the pools to get out of the convent.