The strength of recollection was the idea Thom Browne explored: His Fall show was, he said, about 13 guys revisiting their gentlemen’s club of 30 years ago, maybe physically, certainly mnemonically.
A comely naked tattooed woman covered with sushi lay at the end of the runway, main course on a low table set for eight. The diners arrived in track pants and tank tops, knelt at their places, and got busy with their chopsticks. Around them emerged the looks in this irreverent and lovable loose homage to Japan and gaijin misconceptions of it.
Sir Paul Smith is regularly stopped on the street in London and beyond by men who thank him for the suits they got married in. Prime ministers and pouting rock stars alike slip into clothes stamped with his name when they want to impress: The cult of Smith is a broad church.
The three-way private-sector Space Race being fought out between Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Richard Branson red flags a near future, say a half-century or so away, of helter-skelter change.
The Faith Connexion mother ship on Rue Tronchet is hot, loud, and busy. Entering it, this reviewer felt stupidly out of touch: What really was Faith Connexion, anyway? Hearsay said it was the follow-up project of Christophe Decarnin—the man who warmed the bed for Rousteing at Balmain then exited it—and his team.
Fall 2016 marks Lucas Ossendrijver’s 10th year designing for Lanvin. It’s an anniversary that has been eclipsed, it’s fair to say, by departures, both rumored and actual.
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.