Happiness is to be found when in pursuit of it, in the soothed expectation, on the way, not only upon the arrival. Accepting detours, just going the way, which is anyhow not this obvious to anyone.
Thomas Bettinelli

Happiness is just a hairflip away.
Chris Crocker


"The way the system works now, you see the clothes, within an hour or so they're online, the world sees them. They don't get to a store for six months. The next week, young celebrity girls are wearing them on red carpets. They're in every magazine. The customer is bored with those clothes by the time they get to the store. They're overexposed, you're tired of them, they've lost their freshness".
Tom Ford


Oliver Spencer

Oliver Spencer says he always starts with an artist in mind when he's designing a new collection. Lucian Freud was the first. For this season, he claimed as an influence the minimal monumentalist Richard Serra, he of the gigantic contoured curves of rusting sheet metal. Dynamic, exciting work to be sure, but a tricky correlative for a designer working in the flimsy medium of fabric. Which meant this inspiration was abstract to the point of nonexistence. Except that Mr Spencer insisted you could see it in the clean, straight lines of his clothes, in the clashing textures, in the checks, and -who knows ?- in the rusty shade of a suede jacket. Whatever. Without the substance of Richard Serra, Oliver Spencer's clothes still stood as an appealingly low-maintenance collection for guys of a smart/casual stripe. Tailoring was unlined; shirttails were flying; utilitarian linens would need no pressing. The designer talked about a clash of textures, but it was scarcely anything that would scare the horses. He said his ideal is always dressing for the Nigerian embassy. If that means something that was sharp enough to pass diplomatic muster in 120° heat, he met his own challenge. Making the whole package more attractive was one of the broadest, quirkiest model castings of the whole weekend, and a live soundtrack provided by Q Strings, a female quartet whose plangent version of "Love will tear us apart" was enough to bring a tear to the eye.

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