Navy camp goes back to the Village People and beyond, and it's a
natural fit for the blend of sport and smirk Thom Browne brews at Gamme
Bleu. The sweltering Milanese heat didn't stop a line of dancers in
custom Browne-ified sailor suits (spare no expense!) from tapping their
way through the Charleston routine from The Artist under a
banner of semaphore flags. Kelly and Sinatra would've been proud.
Milan—it's a helluva town!
The collection itself drew on sailing, the latest of Thom's athletic
ferments. Though he confessed backstage that he's an indifferent
the theme inspired an appealing collection. Maybe it was that he didn't
belabor the point. Yes, there were the usual showmanly flourishes, like
the sail cloth spinnaker clipped to Arthur Kulkov's evening look and a
buckle-backed knit dress that looked like something you'd sooner find
Browne's namesake line. But if being on the briny inspired the rain
slicker parkas and blazers, the net-mesh details at gussets and pant
stripes, and the penny loafer espadrilles, it's a trip to take. There
seemed a skip in Thom's step as he came out after the sailors' closing
dance to take his bow. If only it had been a tap.