DRIES PLZ

I have manifested a kind of religious affinity with refined shapes and structures as of late. Goodbye to the days of hypno-wheel hues and impossibly rank vintage crap. In with the neutrals and modern minimalism of COS (because I work there/it's all I can afford/they rape the designers I like). Slowly but surely, I am moulding my wardrobe into a refined explosion of textured knitwear, tall collars, pleated trousers and crisp shirts with an exuberant pop of colour. (YES I JUST SAID THAT). Oh and a guilty pleather number or two.

I have spent my weekend trawling through the A/W collections and I have concluded that Dries Van Noten can do no wrong. White shirts, pleated trousers teamed with sickly neons and acidic illustrations form the crux of this collection. I might have adopted minimalism as my aesthetic dictum but give me a top-to-toe crayola cocktail of sherbet adorned suits any day.

From this point on I am committing myself to the cult of finer details. I want neatness and elegance but I am equally partial to daringly overblown shapes and the odd radioactive print. My mission this year is to find a happy medium; to pray at the church of minimalism but teeter on the edge of a whimsical colour palette (akin to Satanism) so wish me luck.

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