Richard James has a mean copywriter. Read this abridged opening stanza from his Fall presentation notes: “The collection sounds its horn hard, hoists the red ensign, and puts its exotic cargo under a silver gray sky at London’s docks in 1935.”
James Long’s clothes are a decidedly acquired taste. There are men among his brethren who adore his Lurexes, his paint-splattered denims, his embroidered sweatshirts and rubberized leopards. Those flamboyant peacocks are not only Long’s loyal customers but his inspiration for Fall 2016.
Held in a railway arch carpeted with scree and lined with snow–topped foam boulders, this presentation was meant to transport us to an unspecified North, where we would hear The Call of the Wild.
Margaret Howell has 98 stores in Japan. The fact staggered this American journalist, being from a place where Howell is stocked only in select boutiques, Barneys New York being the highest profile. While her designs lack the leanness and sportiness of U.S. stylistic proclivities (hence the small representation domestically), they are worth a scan for their considered blend of London boyishness and Tokyo eccentricity.
The entire fashion world is trying to figure out how to deal with speed—multiple concurrent collections demanding a multitude of garments. Some designers are desperately trying to put on the brakes.
New faces, sunlit skin, and effortless style—discover Callum, Gabriel, Jed, and George in this exclusive gallery for Parasol, shot by Rob Tennent. A fresh take on Australian swimwear.
David Bates II arrives in Los Angeles with ambition and purpose, captured through the cinematic lens of Tony Duran in a striking editorial where grit meets beauty.