In the foggy streets of November we wander, plunging into an edito that bears a strong English accent, and that comes inspired by the inter-war period, the feel of secret and vaporous salons, and a bad-boy touch only found in certain neighborhoods.
The Asian dragons sewn all over a By Walid jacket meet the patterns of a Christopher Nemeth shirt, like a distant dream conjured up somewhere between a clandestine Shanghai, back in the days when Britain held concessions in the Chinese city, and Wong Kar Wai’s unfulfilled romantic desires, circa In the Mood for Love.
Shoes tend to say a lot about their wearer. A lonely poet, a dandy, a gangster of sorts, a bit of each, perhaps? Leave it to boots by Marsell and Guidi to lift the veil on who you really might be.
And a coat by Elena Dawson or Dries Van Noten will look quite simply fabulous with that Alexander McQueen umbrella, darling, which may be just what you need to maintain the aura of mystery your silhouette deserves. Enough said.
Let’s run off… no, let’s take off, on the edge, away from everything, out of sight, out of time.
Photographer: Bruno Rizzato
MakeUp: Sefedine Allaoua
Model: Bilal (@Rockmen)