Takahiro Miyashita’s fall collection was what the designer called “a cacophony of eternal pieces,” consisting of a selection of reimagined items from the designer’s own wardrobe. How intimate! And how bad Miyashita.
He called it Days of our Youth, a look back at his favorite eras – punk shone through as usual – and it served as a look back at the elusive designer’s clothes from his teenage years to the present.
Black-and-white photographs depicting carefree-looking adolescents from Joseph Szabo’s 2003 book TEENAGE were stitched as patches onto double-breasted overcoats, sleeveless leather, and textured knits, mostly in black, with the exception of a few houndstooth pool and Glen checks and some transparent vinyl jackets. .
The tunic-like dresses gave off some of that familiar priest-like macabre that Miyashita is so good at making stylish, and he had also brought back the skeletal bone details from his previous collection, such as rib cages carefully stitched onto bombers and jackets – a motif he likes to use . loved since childhood. The fabrics, including tactile tweeds in different weights, felt wonderfully soft. Miyashita himself is never at the previews in his showroom to put everything into context, but you forgive him because you can feel him in the clothes.
The nicest detail was that the tunics, with closures at the back, had smart straps so you could put them on yourself, even if no one was around to help you. Clothing for a real soloist in every respect.
