January 13, 2012 Milan
Slipping the sartorial mickey is a Barrett specialty. He is devoted to his particular enthusiasms—ultra-precise tailoring, for one—but he works them into an idiom that goes down easier than big-F fashion often does. You had to peer closely (often more closely than a runway walk allowed) to see the way he melted suiting patterns into one another down the length of a pant or a jacket, merging houndstooth into chevron and Prince of Wales to tweed. From afar, they just looked gray. The proverbial Man in the Flannel Suit is in for a surprise when he gets his home.
There were cropped trousers in multiple variations, many cut so tight they required ankle zips. (More forgiving versions had banded sweatpants cuffs.) If the high-water theme was hammered home a time or two too many, it was easy to forgive: the easier to see Barrett's covetable ankle boots.