He’s carrying on and owning that classic American sportswear sensibility of nonfussy, unpretentious and most importantly— Phoebe-free designs. In an American fashion era seeped in clownwear/dragwear/ragwear/Phoebewear, his is refreshingly classic but never budget. And he’s come a long way from his sloppy budget start, investing in solid construction, tailoring, fit, and no nonsense prettiness without the Barbie-saccharine. And not a whiff of that obnoxious 90s nostalgia either. The suiting with the minimal Helmut Lang-ish stripes are really good.
Now he needs to invest in stronger, highend footwear. But baby steps, Chris.