Minimalism is hard to nail.
It's easy to do wrong, easier to do drably.
I've swooned over the luxurious, severe takes at Calvin Klein and Jil Sander...
But is there room for fun?
I suppose, in ways, I'm just letting go this season. I'm becoming less of a cold Spartan bitch than I was before!
Richard Nicoll, with his saturated, tailored, and actually quite minimalist sportswear, has allowed an easy transition to take place. I still love a good 'ol gray sheath...but I suppose hot pink can be just as well.
To sum it up:
Flattering and intrigueing. The psychology here reminds me of Comme des Garcons from two seasons ago.