I am shamelessly addicted to all things feline and animal print. So much so that leopard print has been a mainstay in many of my pawprinted travels, and my fetish with slithering snakes is not a mystery to anyone.
Every tailored suit had structured, cropped blazers and slim pants, varying entirely in print and texture. While the more conservative men would have pinstripes with a cobra tie, the more fashion forward and spunky guys like myself would opt for a metallic shimmer to their suits, paired with metal and fur lined bombers. Or even better, a pink snakeskin shimmering pair of slim fit pants with a matching shearling jacket and turtleneck. Ditto for the metallic silver and black zebra print blazer and cobra print shirt. Apart from a few monochromes in cream and, shockingly, bubble gum pink for the bravest of men, the collection simmered into sportswear, with hoodies and bombers with fitted pants.
The show concluded with the launch of a boxer and underwear collection. Unlike the oodles of sex exuded by the Parke and Ronens, Thorsuns and Katamas of the summer season world, these were silken and high fiber trunks and boxers, mostly printed with wild animal print to unleash the tiger (or zebra) in bed.
With a renewed confidence in luxury menswear, I could totally foresee the plethora of shine and sequins being a mainstay with men like myself, who traveled the world‘s best of red carpet events and lived life to the fullest.
Supplementary images by WWD.