Borrowed from the boys, but never mistaken for one. From the eternal sharpness of 'Le Smoking' to dadcore separates with expensive instincts, the high-end tomboy knows the power of a uniform. Her foundation is tailoring - clean, precise, a little untouchable - because, as Tom Ford put it, “a suit is armour.” She softens the severity with retro athleisure, crisp shirting, oversized coats and the kind of trench that suggests she may or may not be late for something in Paris. French restraint meets American ease; androgyny with a wink. Think Acne Studios, HommeGirls, Alexander Wang and Celine - clothes made for moving through the world with hands in pockets and nothing to prove.
