….And yet it was some idealized vision of an English summertime that Bailey insisted he was invoking. That’s why he showed trainers you could run through a meadow in. A feeling of freedom, he said. Same with all the sheer dresses, ruched or tiered tulle. Nothing to hide. Life lived online. Over these dresses, Bailey laid tiny little shearlings, or wasp-waisted denim jackets, like afterthoughts of definition. Often, he’d tie them with swatches of fabric, the way you see bunches of flowers tied sometimes….