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