Louche. Adjective.
Disreputable or sordid in a rakish or appealing way.
This collection is pure female mafia (no Lisa, I don't mean you, no one ever means you), it's totes Gangster Squad (hiiiiiiiii Ryan Gosling, oh baby, oh darling). If being disreputable is this appealing get me a gambling racket and a Chicago by way of Italy accent. It's rakish, if Hogarth's Rake had lived two centuries later in the 40's he would have been working Acne Resort 2014 all the way to the asylum.
sLOUCHEy jackets, shorts and pants reign, the models stoop, not giving a shit, hand shoved in their pockets. As always this collection will please Dalston dwellers; giant man-shirts thrown over ballgowns are the perfect way to make use of that ballgown your mother insisted you needed for backpacking the world. Plus there's fuck-off massive flatform shoes and sandals, oh the sandals... A head to toe orange look takes me back to my earliest fashion memory ('fashion memory' is probs the gayest phrase I've ever uttered, good job no one reads this) when I was taken to a Uniqlo Costco style store in France where a rainbow of puff surrounded me ready for my pudgy bod to bless. I chose neon orange, feeling as cool as that wigga who comes in the record shop in Human Traffic, 'Got any jungle, guy?'. And looking just as much of a twat.
To reinforce my Mafia Fantasy - great band name for Lisa Mafia's comeback, mainly 'cause a comeback would be a fantasy - the tousled hair models are sporting fedoras at jaunty angles and pinstripe trousers. The typical Acne draping is still present in a long, AMAZING white top that ties behind the knees. Elsewhere there's a star and moon print navy cloak which rubs my Potter-mania up the right way, and a gold foil suit which is totally an off duty Dumbledore at the gay wizard bar Disappeared With A Poof comparing wands with other patrons. Or pure Billy Connolly. Either way I need it.
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