"I try to depict a man who is timeless. A modern guy you couldn't put a stamp on. That's where I want to go, actually". Ilan Chetrite's exegesis of his Sandro collection seemed incongruous, because the clothes he presented appeared rooted in several micro-epochs, all of them 20th century. Sure, those wide high-rise silk pants and tattered-hem, pin-tucked, topstitched jeans had neither break nor flare -out of time to an extent. But the high and wide collars on his suiting, the string tees, and the chisel-toe Chelsea boots were just a few ingredients in this pot-au-feu of Gallic masculinity; it was variously redolent of "Le salaire de la peur " via Fernando Rey in "The French connection" through to the henchmen in "Diva". There were fine pieces here -a strongish check DB suit, a few not-too-overstylized black leathers, a reasonable trench- and pulled apart from their confrères, many of them could work well enough in 2016. However, as a styled collection of ensembles, it felt too much like an unfocused mix-tape of anachronisms. But once again, these are only the pieces from the fashion show. Sandro has better clothes to sell in its many boutiques.