What was once a rising star has found itself afloat
Anticipated sophomore show from house Quilombo
Disappointing bloatSince a very well received debut
The expectation for the next collection grew
You′ll read how his ambition has exceeded his ability
The offering was sorely lacking
In this review
Silvio Quilombo was a young beginner
He was an exception, a stunning first collection
One hit wonder
Disorganization and delusion plagued the scene
Clearly the designer was stretched thin
In time and creativity
The lights tripped twice, the air was sour, the speakers droned
The crowd had turned against him in unease
The models were an incohesive, churlish coterie
A combination of the spoiled and the green
Formerly exalted, now an also-ran
Muddy-headed visions, terrible decisions
Flash in the pan
Shapeless thick and gaudy frilly corrugated sad and faded
Uncreative floppy slack unshapely drooping sloppy grouping
Mediocre underwhelming tiresome blocky vain and cocky
Referential stale chaotic awkward fussy idiotic
Inconsistent grubby blighted foolhardy and so misguided
Most exasperating was his utter lack of shame
When the great designer finally emerged to strut upon the stage
The tragedy of arrogance, the failed event
An unrelenting omen of dismay
Droves escaped as, flashbulbs popping, models toppling
Maestro stood there waiting for a grand ovation that never came
