Women are always claiming they're done with men, but whether it's our dashing good looks, or our integral role in passing those looks on to the next generation, they always seem to come back. Also: penises. Returning to menswear after a long dry spell, By George
Deciding that three years was just too long to go without, the fashion mecca's now relaunched its mens department, with the Lamar flagship boasting a calming mix of natural/track lighting, cherrywood floors, and bulging display racks carrying mostly domestic designers, notably ones whose fit approaches European, but stops short of impossibly skinny, aka, Eurexic.
Americana-steeped brands include Billy Reid's Southern-Gent-On-The-Town gear (wool-blue seersucker trousers, a cream-twill placketed oxford); Gilded Age's luxe 1930s workwear takes (straight-leg selvage denim, wovens double-lined with a second shirt inside), all crafted on vintage machines; and a range of gear from The Row, the first line from the Olsen Twins that won't get them booted out of a toilet stall.
Edgier outfits include LA-based Band of Outsiders' cheeky "This is not a polo" series and low-price point options from Alternative Apparel; across-the-pond contributions range from Italian designer JW Brine's thin summer khakis, to dress-wear from Hentsch Man, whose dream of a collection called "Super-Villain" will have to wait 'til next season
George has also unleashed one of the largest selection of classy kicks in town, from squeaky clean 80s throwback low- and hightops from Common Projects, to immaculately distressed terrycloth-interior sneaks from Golden Goose, so fetching, you have zero choice but to take a gander.