We would wear everything - everything! - that Proenza Schouler sent down the runway tonight, but that's not the point. Looking at the waists cinched like Samurai, the front buttons, the feathered mini-dresses with bald-eagle necklines, and the giant British police hats topping each girl like a custom-made chess piece, we realized one big thing: When these clothes hit Bergdorf Goodman, the election race will be in full swing. And suddenly we realized that Proenza and Thom Browne have rowed the same boat this season, turning their clothes into a fashion version of Vote-or-Die. At Thom, we had wayward soldier fops ditching wars and strategy for surf... At Proenza Schouler, we had a police state enforced by tight waists, pomp poofs of evening wear, and manufactured disobeying via psychadellic checks - in subdued colors, in perfect geometric cuts. So it seems pretty fitting that Jack and Lazaro have the burden of the American sportswear torch - Their collection underscored the American political climate with the same awareness, consideration, and ultimate "what the fuck - let's just go dance" mentality of most Proenza Schouler shoppers. Have a peek on Getty.