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



Christopher Bailey's commitment to British creativity at Burberry is like a folksier version of Karl Lagerfeld's Métiers d'Art at Chanel. Every season, the English designer finds a new kind of artisanship to elevate his collection, and a new musician to accompany the presentation. For this season's, it was a young man named Rhodes, who sang great big songs in front of a great big orchestra, while Burberry went hog wild for lace. Mr Bailey used the expertise of small artisanal companies to master the craft of weaving cotton lace then placing it in complete items of clothing (as complex, in its own way, as engineering prints), and the whole process took so long that it's a small wonder he wanted to celebrate the achievement with an entire body of work. He called it "strait-laced", an obvious reference to the narrow tailored silhouette that ruled the collection, but also an acknowledgement of the way in which the lace itself softened and undercut the formality. Lace shirts and ties paired with precisely cut jackets and pants made for a subtly dandified look -something Christopher Bailey's ginger boyfriend (actor Simon Woods) surely likes. And a lace collar on a trench was a timely way to update a Burberry classic. The designer found other ways to express the notion of loosening the straitlaced. Cashmere knit track pants were a big proposal. When he paired them with silk tee-shirts, they had a sensual indolence that subtly subverted the basic tee-and-joggers formula. There was the same incongruity with the gauzy tops in abstract animal prints, or the string of green beads draped around a collar-and-tied neck, or the insect tiepins. Little things that suggested whoever is wearing the suit isn't the straitlaced guy you think he is. In other words, Christopher Bailey is continuing to add outré shades to the palette of the Burberry man.

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