So, again per Vogue, the idea here I guess is to try and convince the potential Thom Browne customer that all his stuff is not too esoteric to try.
You can show people his suits and shrunken dresses, but you can’t turn them into believers until they slip a thigh into a short suit to understand just how fun and freeing Browne’s garments are. Once they do, the Browne universe is their oyster, though the designer has his own proverb of sorts for it: “I’m asking people to come to the edge of the pool and dive in however they want to.” […]
The childlike spirit of wonder and possibility central to the collection, represented through cloud and aviation motifs, puts the wearer in the driver’s seat, able to choose her own quirky or posh Browne stylings. (Still, Browne “strongly suggests” you try the skirt over pants.)
NO, THOM. I simply won’t. Then again, you also weren’t talking to me, so it’s all going to be fine. I didn’t put any captions on the slides, because how many ways can you say, “This is probably Janelle Monae’s to lose, followed up by whatever very young celebrity who comes along and looks to Elsie Fisher for awards-circuit inspiration”? Pretty much just that one way. But it’s at least an amusing trip through an array of shell-shocked, overburdened-looking future governesses.