Fashion criticism, if you're privileged enough to do it, is a pretty cool practice. It brings you into constant contact with creativity and beauty. It allows you to think and write about the ways that what humans choose to put on their bodies affect almost everything about how we move through social and cultural space. Often enough, it's fun. Yet there's a flaw in the process, and it is that, unlike those who write about art, music, dance, architecture and, especially, food fashion critics approach their subjects at an unfortunate remove.
Thinking about this during the Milan men's wear shows, I decided to view the collections less as critic and more as a consumer, allowing myself to respond emotionally to individual looks, to imagine possessing them. In short, I went shopping. This, then, is not a strict review but a somewhat random list of stuff I bought for my fantasy closet.
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