Sibling Spring/Summer 2016 London

“Jocks are bastards” was more or less the substance of the J.D. Salinger quote from The Catcher in the Rye that prefaced the Sibling threesome’s spring manifesto. But the show that followed was more pitcher than catcher, more wry than rye. If it was an ode to college football—complete with a handful of cheerleaders poured or laced into second-skin sportswear—you have to imagine a college where Russ Meyer was dean. And quite why three iconoclastic Brits with a past eye to punkish fun-poking should latch onto this particular subject was only partially clarified by the manifesto’s blithe reference to “the desecration of male subcultures.”