Last season, Rick Owens invited us into his house for a show of uncharacteristic intimacy. This season, we were back in the now familiar rooms of 7 Pl. du Palais Bourbon for a collection that looked back at Owens’ childhood and his attempts to escape from it.

In the show notes, Owens spoke about the novels his father would read to him as a child, works by Edgar Rice Burroughs that described far-away planets and creatures. The novels, which had amazing titles like Thuvia, Maid of Mars and Llana of Gathol, would fill young Owens’ brain with images of space-age warriors and strange alien monsters, the influence of which have clearly always been present in the brand, but more so today.

Most of the models on the runway looked like rejects from some distant planet who crash-landed somewhere in Berlin. Contact lenses blurred out identities and hoods and electric shock hairstyles furthered the distance between these beings and the human race. The outfits were suitably space-y. Spacesuits rendered in knit with recycled cashmere and felted alpaca, whilst shrouds fit for a galactic queen were made of discarded bicycle tyres by Matisse di Maggio, a BDSM rubber artist.

The final five outfits, which have likely already dominated your Instagram feed, looked like they were made from the innards of a control deck, all wires and hoses and straps.