Sharp-sleeved jackets funneled into dramatically exaggerated collars which are fresh enough to convince me that a sharp, oversize collar is the new aggressive shoulder. POWER COLLARS. The collection as a whole was a very literal translation of Tom Ford's star-making velvet hiphuggers, knife-edge jackets and thigh-slit pencil skirts. Even the finale, a drop dead series of blood-red variations on a 2003 Gucci gown was unappalogetically Tom. What kept this from entering unforgivable copycat territory was in the finishing. One gets the sense that Altuzarra is nowhere near the meticulous perfectionist that Tom embodies. There is an unfinished feeling in these clothes, much due to the scary, imperfect seams which create a tension that is very intriguing.