Stiff upper lips softened at Ralph Lauren. The usual formalwear came surprisingly informal this season, with a black-tie boiler suit option front and center at the presentation’s opening room.
Farther afield, in the Polo section, a beaded cocktail dress was shown with a fleece jacket in acid lime, and a traditional tux was worn under a ski parka. It must be flip, or quip. Or maybe just the answer to a question that would only be asked in Laurenland: how ever are you going to ski, post-slopeside gala, down to your car below? — MATTHEW SCHNEIER
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The desert southwest was the point of departure for Mr. Hart’s collection, which drew on the jagged geometries of Navajo Storm Pattern rugs and the washed-out colors of ’60s spaghetti westerns as seen on late-night cable, rendering those fancy rodeo chaps as trousers so voluminous they could use their own ZIP code. — GUY TREBAY
Ryu Hayama’s collection offered a much-needed jolt among the more conventional men’s fashion presentations that occurred today. Exhibit A: Fisherman-style hats (and pink hair).
