We started with an expensive, impressive, immersive projection of a snowy forest shot from the point of view of someone in rotation, dizzily. On the soundtrack, Björk Björk-ed, with all her glorious ethereal insistence. Were we about to witness some kind of snowbound breakdown for Abruzzo tailoring’s finest? Not so much. This was more of a lunchtime daydream, an Alpine projection from low altitude to high and back again—all before slipping back behind your desk.