Bauhaus in the haus: Gropius group revs for revival. Imagine it on the front page of the Corriere della Sera this week. A thatch of designers in Milan (and before that, at least one in London) called up those restless spirits again. The latest medium was Iceberg. On a geometric red, yellow, and blue set, out stormed an austere brigade, the necklines of their sweaters squared, their pants cut tight, the elastic of their Chelsea boots dyed red. (Christopher Kane tried that trick a season or two back.) Among spongy, neoprene-spiked coats and sport coats colored under the lapels, the best of the bunch were the graphic sweaters—comfortably in the label's wheelhouse. Or so it seemed from the blurs as they raced by. "I wish I was a robot. I wish I could fly," barked the soundtrack. These guys did.
