In New York City, there is a federal government building that houses gold for various countries around the world. This building has one of the most tightly controlled access rosters that one could imagine. Even the Heads of State of the respective countries are not allowed inside, regardless of the immediate need to verify their own country's reserves. But obviously, Rocky Gathercole has some pull at the United Nations or the President of the United States owes him a favor or two, because there is no way that Rocky could have that much gold in a show, without help from the US Treasury Department. I have not ever seen so many garments and accessories shimmer and sparkle in my time on this earth. Life-sized wings and codpieces that Larry Blackmon (look it up) would have drooled over. Futuristic outfits that look straight out of a Flash Gordon movie. Golden gloves and headpieces and chains and breast plates. Bathing suits that looked like the model jumped into a pool of molten gold and at the moment she broke the surface in a splash, the goal instantly reverted to room temperature. Gold, gold and more gold. So much gold that King Tut would have been jealous. Strangely enough, it was never too much or overkill, always very tastefully stylishly done, with no semblance of it being thrown together. Honestly, it would have been impossible to just throw this lineup together, without it looking gaudy or crass. This is what fashion week is all about. This is why people wait for months to get tickets and then still stand in line when they get to the venue. This is why he received a standing ovation at the end of the Arthearts Fashion Show. This is why we love Rocky Gathercole.