In college, my best friend interned at Derek Lam, where her bosses would let her borrow from the closet for special events.
I hated them for it.
She always looked amazing, and I couldn't compete. Derek Lam reads luxury even to those so removed from fashion they can't tell an Alaia from an A-what-a. While he doesn't scream in blinged out crystals and lames, Lam definitely whispers wealth, in quietly perfect cuts and politely rich fabrics. But the result is the same: clothes that are expensive, and look like it.
On Sunday, as Lam sent yet another collection of luxe looks down the runway, I found myself selfishly relieved that my best friend's no longer able to pilfer that closet. Seeing my BFF in Lam's swoon-worthy LBD would honestly just make me jealous. So too would standing next to her in any of the gorgeous trench coats, which like the LBD, were flanked with peplums that added rich volume to an otherwise traditional silhouette.