By Miles Socha
Never one to hem and haw in fashion, Neil Barrett went whole hog for Seventies Americana, as if seen from the windows of a Winnebago in Yosemite National Park.
This was a repetitive show. Gosh knows how many leather blousons passed by, most of them in sickly thrift-shop browns with contrasting strips inserted in chevron formation around the ribcage and fanning out over the sleeves. Ditto for the tapered double-knit pants ending in low-cut leather sneakers.
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
Neil Barrett Men’s Spring 2017
But after a few dozen of those looks passed by in the blinding show space, something funny happened: Barrett won you over with his insistence, and the sly ways he tickles your nostalgia bone.
The button-up short sleeves on camp shirts and T-shirts brought to mind park wardens; Leisure suits in sky-blue denim evoked camera-toting dads at Grand Canyon. He gave everything a boyish charm and a modernist gloss, enhanced by the crisp fabrics and a consistent silhouette. Most exits were voluminous on top and tapering to the bottom, as tempting as a cone of soft serve.
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