If the Missoni man summoned up by the show notes sounded like a grandiose, nomadic romantic (fashion-appropriate, in other words), the actual outfits on the catwalk suggested someone much humbler: rambling man as hobo. The giveaway was the shoes—dusty, elongated canvas kicks with turned-up toes. The clothes themselves, seemingly collaged and patched together from faded old bits and pieces, extended the illusion of someone not too dogged by material concerns. Topical maybe, but also a little ironic given the eventual price tag on these garments.
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