It's funny, how these things work. Last.. was it Thursday? The Tube strike. It messed with everyone's plans, which meant the friends I planned to visit in Mayfair at the Modus party (shown here) had left before I arrived. While I was transfixed by David Koma (another post, I promise) and the sushi and figs with proscuitto and the condensation on a silver bowl of ice, the thing that surprised me was how much I was loving Pringle, of Scotland.
A few years ago, Mr. Dude and I were walking somewhere and passed a Pringle storefront and he said, you know, they're missing a beat. They could be Burberry but they're not. They could be using that iconic diamond pattern the way Burberry did with the check.
But that night at the Modus party.. granted, what they've got now on net-a-porter doesn't wow me (Shearling aviator jacket? Puh-lease. Too much grey and black) what is coming this spring really surprised me. A black fishnet kilt with silver buckles. Beautiful brocades. White feathery textures, ribbing.. it's new, it's classic, it's pretty.
Pringle. Dark Horse. You'll see. Can't wait.