COming up FOR AiR
is the New Testament of the ShowstopHOOd By AiR per page, and the 37 looks of the brand’s most recent catwalk show make Thom Browne look like a Swiss banker, and Bernhard Willhelm like a repressed divinity professor. Look number 16 summed it all up: a thin, white polo–neck emblazoned with the brand logo, worn with a pair of zipped and ripped trousers, black shoes dipped in egg yolk, and a furry little bag sported on the forearm ( winner of the 2016 gong for most mindbending man–bag ). Plus a leather tailcoat, and the obligatory dummy, just the thing for a job interview at HSBC or to convince your gran that you should inherit the family pile instead of your fawn trench–coat–wearing sister.
OBjEcT OF dESiRE Button brooches and leather– sheathed
keys lOuiS VuiTTOn Multiple shades of purple by VERSAcE,
perfect for you morning lard– buying excursion in, er, Miami. The printed, crotch– level crown
of thorns by HAidER AckERmAnn, because, well, this
is my body, take it and eat it. The pleated trousers from HOOd By
AiR: totally irresistible, with their little yellow belt that quietly
gives the system the finger. FEndi’S silver backpack with
its white fur pompom, one of the simple things in life.
The bowler cap, by ROBERT gEllER. The very ordinary red T– shirt
by cRAig gREEn. Except that it has a sleeveless
cut and the shoulders are raised above the head , with
a small slash for the eyes and a white dot at solar plexus
level. Minimal, yes, but so cool you can wear it with the plainest of black