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Simon Spurr RTW Fall Winter 2012-13.

Classic american tailoring mix with sportwear, yes classic but not for that flat; a terrific exhibition from the favorite of the red carpets, Simon Spurr made us travel trough his clothes, my destination Rio de Janeiro because of the prints of the suits, shirts and sweater reminded me the “Cidade Maravilhosa”.

Yesterday started off with a bang and ended with a whimper.  After Mr. Ervell wooed his audience with a show that was equal parts 1984 and The Matrix Revolutions, contemporary “urban commando” uniforms paired to Gucci Mane chopped and screwed over some dubstep, NYFW attendees wandered around Milk Studios, kicked it at the Gillette x Blind Barber pop-up or high-tailed it to shows off-site while waiting in great anticipation for Simon Spurr.  And then Mr. Spurr not only dropped the ball, but he did so in a manner so spectacularly it seemed like Super Bowl XLVI all over again.  

If given the responsibility to name the collection, I would have gone with “Loud for Loud’s Sake.”  Aside from some pretty serious blue outerwear (I’m not even playing, shit was dope) and chromed-out umbrellas that would make Weezy circa 2006 proud, the collection was just one hodgepodge of patterns on patterns on patterns mixed with monochromatic suiting, gimmicky details and a deluge of contrast sleeves.  

And the music sucked; my God, the music was terrible.