Whether you rate this Wang depends on why Wang's your thang. If you relish him for the breath-of-fresh-air, democratically charged, conceptually playful, sport-spiked rawness that he has injected into New York for a fair while now, then look away. Because this was a collection packed full of beautiful clothes whose premise was, well, pretty one-dimensionally literal: luxed-up workwear and sportswear. For the many who love Wang for just that, though, this outing was peerlessly straightforward.
M51 jackets in olive and black were cast in a moleskin-touched finish of Italianate luxuriousness. There was a suede-esque boilersuit, an oversized carpenter's coat, a Carhartt reboot overall, and a pit lane jacket all in fabrications as studiedly lush as their leather-patch tags were blank. Adorable but anonymous superlight nylon bombers came in an oversized diamond quilt. An aviator bomber featured a headphone loop. Barcode basketball vests, QR-code Jacquard sweats, and tearaway shorts rounded things out. If the clothes weren't too conceptually engaging, they would certainly be very rewarding to wear.
