Zankov – Spring 2027
Zankov began with the 1960s — specifically that strange moment when the future still felt like something you could actually imagine. Space travel. Moon landings. New technology. New silhouettes. New women. New everything. The collection was inspired partly by Zankov’s memories of his mother in Soviet Russia, wearing purple corduroy, mohair and metallic platforms, while the show opened with Jeanne Moreau singing “Le Tourbillon”.
Altuzarra – Spring 2027
There was a point during Altuzarra when it became obvious: this was *the* show. Not the polite kind of good. Not the “beautiful tailoring, moving on” kind of good. The kind that makes you sit up a little straighter because the clothes are doing too much—soft, sharp, strange, sexy, considered—and somehow none of it feels confused.
Christian Cowan – Spring 2027
*Christian Cowan Spring 2027 made a very convincing argument for getting dressed like your secrets are part of the outfit.*
There is a particular kind of fashion show that makes you sit up.
Tory Burch – Spring 2027
There is something about this Tory Burch collection that made me want to stop thinking for a minute.
Which, for me, is saying something.
The clothes arrive against this deep teal room with a rusty red floor, and immediately everything feels slightly cinematic — coral, mustard, turquoise, burgundy, pale yellow, little flashes of gold, flowers everywhere, embroidery everywhere, things hanging off the body and around the body and occasionally looking like they might have been picked up on the way to the show.
And then there is the belt.
The belt is everywhere.
Kate Barton – Spring 2027
Kate Barton went on holiday. She packed the metal hardware, the sequins, a few flowers… and apparently decided everything should be pastel.
A softer side of Kate Barton for SS27 — where engineered draping meets roses, satin, candy colours and the occasional poodle in a handbag.
Is it still Kate Barton?
Honestly… yes.
Just having considerably more fun.
Tommy Hilfiger – Spring 2027
There is something very comforting about Tommy Hilfiger.
The rugby shirt. The blazer. The pleated skirt. The loafers. The baseball cap. The slightly ridiculous idea that you might, at any moment, be expected to attend a yacht club meeting.
You know the clothes.
You probably owned some version of them. Or your brother did. Or your father. Or that boy at school who somehow looked annoyingly good in a rugby shirt while the rest of us looked like we were going to PE.
And this collection doesn’t really try to escape any of that.
Instead, it makes everything a little too big.