This is your brain. This is your brain on screens. If Jeremy Scott’s collection had a subtext -and it’s not clear that it did- it was that your brains are going a little screwy due to overexposure to screens. Check out the insane-looking cartoon faces on his new intarsia knits : isn’t that kind of how your mind feels after several consecutive hours of binge-watching series while simultaneously answering emails on your laptop and glossing Instagram on your phone ? Anyway. The screen thing was very much an urtext of Mr Scott’s effort, with its digital television prints and trippy sweaters knit to look the way old television screens did when they went a little wonky. That was all part of his larger theme, which was an homage to Sixties era B-movies and sci-fi that he interpreted with his typical heaping of club-kid flash. The era’s tropes were rehearsed in everything from abbreviated A-line silhouettes to ray-gun prints to the paillette mesh that was an overt tip-of-the-hat to Cardin. As usual, the designer seemed to be having more fun making fashion than anyone else on the scene these days, but the lineup’s buoyant tone didn’t disguise the fact that this was a pretty disciplined collection. The men’s looks were eye-popping, but they hewed to classic shapes -guys with some daring in the fashion department might be swayed by a button down in Mr Scott’s scribble print, or a leather biker spotted with white polka dots. The rigor was also demonstrated in his materials and his technique. Nothing looked tossed-off here, in other words, just as nothing looked really, truly nuts. The designer’s experience at Moschino seems to have convinced him there’s some fun to be had, too, in selling tons of clothes.