Inside Maison Margiela’s Fence-Swinging Chinese Spectacle

It was a scene straight out of an ’80s John Woo crime thriller: I exited an anonymous black van and stepped into a sprawling marina, the dusklight shimmering off the brawny metal cargo containers stacked high in every direction. A squadron of men in black suits, dark shades, and earpieces were there to greet me. The only real difference between this and, say, the high-octane finale of 1986’s A Better Tomorrow? The disproportionate number of Tabis on the feet of practically everyone…