“I like elitism, but not snobbery,” remarked a gentleman waiting for the Reed Krakoff show to start. The showing was was held in a raw space on the far west side (right next to Coach’s headquarters, where Krakoff is also the creative director). The guest’s remark was prescient: Although the show was intimate (meaning, the list was tight), because of the mazelike configuration of the seating, everyone there was essentially front-row.

Tops, jackets, and outerwear were boxy, while a floaty turquoise skirt was topped with a thick teal cable-knit turtleneck sweater. A crimson satin draped and wrapped long-sleeve dress was particularly delectable, as was a knee-length silver metallic python slit pencil skirt.

Krakoff always has a signature amazing shoe, and the ominous gunmetal python lace-up wedge booties tied like a paper bag at the top were no exception. They also appeared in sea-monster green.

These are clothes suited for the Greenwich crowd, like a young investment banker’s wife or girlfriend… or perhaps an older man’s mistress. Ladylike enough for dinner at Le Cirque — in understated camel, oat, and khaki — the eveningwear is still suggestive. For example: Krakoff continued his wraparound theme from last season, with dresses and skirts are belted loosely at the waist, almost like robes — the subtle erotic undertone being that if you tugged on the end of it, the entire garment would fall open, revealing everything.