Dear Gareth Pugh,
If you could just messenger me over the following looks from your new collection, that would be great. You’ve even sold me on the colour white.
(Seriously, I would sell my baby brother for this jacket. Sorry Charles. I love you and all, but I’m a sucker for asymmetrical closures and interesting peplums.)
Sleek, black, vaguely armour-like. WANT.
Disco cyborg. Hate the leggings, covet the dress.
This is so cool and android-at-a-Ren-faire-y. I want to twirl around in it.
I think my other brother might have to be exchanged for this jacket. Sorry, Max. Your charms are no match for metallic drapey awesomeness.
So, Gareth, what do you think? Do we have a deal? My undying love and two brothers in exchange for your awesome clothing?
What do you mean, it doesn’t sound like you’re getting much out of it?
So cruel of you, Gareth. I thought you were better than that.
[via where you will also find awesome menswear looks which I ignored in my selfish focus on my own imaginary wardrobe.]
And inspiration to revisit the collection thanks to Gene!