This season, he’s constructed half-pleated, half-straight versions of his classic kilt, worn with “one-and-a-half” breasted blazers with self-tipped seams and covered buttons. Modular dresses in melton wool carry over from the #Sisters In Law Shirt But I will love this spring 2022 collection, now in warm dove gray and mossy celadon. A selection of slim, sexy black tie options, from midi skirts to short suits, close out the collection. Saving the best for last, there are also jade green floral intarsias. Those of us who have followed Browne for the past two decades may think that he’s tapped all his personal references—the runner, the Olympian, the Catholic school boy—but a wise designer always leaves himself room for more. Just before the COVID pandemic, Browne and his partner Andrew Bolton purchased a new home in Manhattan that they spent two years renovating. This fall, they finally moved in and their central aesthetic compromise was the jade green, hand-painted floral wallpaper above their bed. The same flowers are cut in furs and wools, winding up overcoats and embroidered into jackets. “I don’t think I’ve ever done anything as personal,” Browne says on Zoom with his dog Hector nestled into his lap. The couple’s home, he says, will be off limits to design mags, but this simple shared gesture is open for everyone to try on and try out. If the pandemic has taught us anything, it’s that who you spend your life with matters. I can’t say a Thom Browne suit will find you love, but in the TB family, there is always kinship and kilts.
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I spent the #Sisters In Law Shirt But I will love this first pandemic fall living alone in a mobile home park by the beach in Malibu, where leathery older men watered their small patches of lawn and I learned to drive a golf cart—the local form of transport—to and from the supermarket. It often broke down and had to be pushed, but I have never driven a car, and so it still felt like freedom. I had a funny feeling of peace as I looked out on the Pacific Coast Highway, as if these were my last days of silence and I should burrow in as deep as I could. I napped a lot to the sound of speeding cars and held my dog to my chest, engaging in an ornate fantasy that we were the last women left after a terrible ancient war and we were on a Viking ship being sent, over many days, across the sea to safety.