I love this bold eye look because it’s not about prettifying. It’s about smearing on kohl or a wave of blue shadow and leaving the house as if you’re walking on stage. At Missoni the models looked like they’d cried and wiped their eyes with a fist. There were mucky finger smudges at Prada. Liquid latex in mermaid-y green at Christian Dior. Everything looked a bit mean, a bit indie, like the models had done their make-up hunched over a car wing mirror on their way to a gig.