In perhaps the most wearable collection to strut the runway thus far, The Row had “practicality” stamped across the full fur duty length dresses, leopard print house slippers and floor-length coats, and aggressive hunting hats.
Are you sensing my sarcasm? You should be. The only thing practical about The Row’s collection was the outrageously large lady boner it induced into my neon tweed pants. To quote myself I will once again exclaim: Practicality doesn’t matter: when has fashion ever been about function?
Sit back, relax and enjoy the de-bone.
And last but not least, thrown in for good measure, I am so pleased to see that proper menswear will continue to make strides next season.
K…gotta go, love you! Bye!