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Menswear met romance met The Hobbit in Max Azria's utilitarian, earth-hued collection. Picture what Ripley might wear if she lived in 2011. And, you know, on Earth.

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The tailored suiting and separates showed off the collection's focus on contrasts: hard and soft, businesslike and romantic, tough and ladylike. Human and ewok.

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Characteristically, outerwear was alternately basic and dramatic.

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You name an animal epidermis, and chances are it was represented.

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And let's not forget the capes! A swashbuckling touch for an urban warrior!

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DISCUSSION

When I was small, I had a '45 with a story* about a woman who always wore a black ribbon around her neck. Her husband was curious, never saw her without it, etc. and one night after curiosity got the better of him, he untied it while she slept. Her head fell off.

All that was to say: I can't see past the black ribbon-like choker.

*And I played it on my plastic Fisher Price record player, like all my other gruesome fairy tales.