Pharrell Williams was on the road, but in a briefing with his deft team the intention for this pre-fall collection was framed as a summer walk through Central Park: a landscape of outfits both worn and observed. That premise yielded a relatively unadorned installment of his LV menswear story, in which the house’s luxury quotient was embedded rather than flaunted, and where a broadly wearable wardrobe carried the embellishment within its construction rather than atop it.
The lookbook was structured around tribes and vibes. A volley of tennis-prep mixed racquet bags in house patterns with piped zip-ups, light knits, perforated leather track jackets, and polos. Ivy-core—khakis, white tees, suede loafers—came gently skewed through styling, including via the flash of an LV-branded boxer waistband. Williams’s autobiographical codes surfaced in a pearlescent-buttoned, muesli-toned tweed jacket and a swingy pair of dark ochre trousers.
Workwear was elevated and unlabored: leisure-flâneur pieces. A fitted suede chore jacket, monogram-stitched at the chest, met paint-printed canvas shorts whose double-layer construction also applied to carpenter pants and a trucker. The “surplus” monogram print appeared in a new desert-beige tone, shown across bags and in fil-coupé cotton ripstop sets.
Knitwear seemed more expansively handled this season, from Damier-evoking crochet shirting to a Gabicci-leaning knit jacket trimmed in cream cabling. The Damier re-emerged in rattan, both in bags and a jacket. Jermyn Street shirting stripes ran through elongated pajama shorts and tailoring. Linen, stabilized with silk to avoid creasing, appeared in a strong red notch-collared suit and an olive field-jacket look.
Signature evolution continued. A raw-edged, hand-painted “floating” LV patch appeared across garments and leather goods. Polka-dotted classic canvases, perforated leather for Keepalls, and seasonal twists—this time ping-pong paddle charms and a matcha-carton bag—applied the Willams handwriting. The overall impression was of a rose-tinted, lightly Wes Anderson-inflected Central Park sashay: a divertingly deluxe dandy ramble.
