OOOOOH last day! It's piping hot. And full of men ('s fashion). Excellent.
J.W.Anderson tapped in to my current fashion hummunahs - tweed, paisley & pastels.
Hum-mun-mun-mun-aaah.
And...skirts? For men.
Yes, skirts for men.
Not quite sure how I feel about this look.
Can't help but think Da Vinci code priest.
Doing it for the Dudes:
Cassette Playa had the London 80s graffiti scene all over it.
Literally, probably.
That is URBAN.
If I could beat-box, I'd definitely wear this stuff.
James Long, the huggable, knitted man's friend.
With a dash of PVC junkie thrown in.
Katie Eary tumbled awkward models on to the catwalk wearing Harajuku/Decora styles that hark me back to Cosplay & the bizarre street fashions in Japan.
That, or Cyberdog on herbal tea.
Christopher Shannon with his part-mountaineer-part-chimneysweep-part-Eastenders look.
KTZ brought out all the tricks of a bag of Bassett's Liquorice Allsorts for the guys & the dolls. 'Twas a veritable CIRCUS!
A Miro for sweetie lovers.
Then there was tailoring...
Tween walked casual types.
With a passion for literature & chopping wood.
I suspect.
Oliver Spencer, at the other end of the tailored spectrum, chose a 'Down and Out in Paris and London' angle.
Beards, Barnets & Bespoke.
Hardy Aimes channelled James Bond & 1950s Harvard.
How dapper. Mmm.
I appear to be dribbling.
On that note, I'm going to slip in to something less comfortable...
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