Menswear is a little more difficult for me to review because my own taste in clothing leans heavily toward the boring. My wardrobe changes little from one season to the next. If I get warm, I roll up my sleeves. If I feel a chill, I toss on a sweater or black sport coat. If you’ve met me, you know this; my look just doesn’t change.
Duckie Brown was not intended for me, however. No designer is silly enough to build a wardrobe on the tastes of a boring old photographer, at least, not until coffee spills and gravy stains suddenly become vogue. Instead, the line looks just right for a younger man, one fit, trim, athletic, and confident in his masculinity. The Duckie Brown man isn’t afraid of breaking with convention and stereotype. Rather, the person who wears these clothes is comfortable with mid-calf trousers, shirts that look like a cross between his sister’s blouse and mother’s apron, has always wanted to wear a kilt, and quite likely doesn’t own a pair of socks.
The Duckie Brown look is very metropolitan, a universal kind of look that avoids convention. Inherently casual, the line is full of silk shorts and a wide variety of matching jackets. This is a look that says “I’m comfortable with who I am.” Skirts are no out of place and they’ve very well tailored to the movements typical to young men.
What is surprising about this collection is how subdued the color palette is. I fully expected bright, eye-searing colors and didn’t get that at all. Black, white, dark blues, and gunny-sack tan are about all one gets.
At the end of the day, there’s not anything in the Duckie Brown collection that I’m anxious to go out and purchase. I’m just too old and my body isn’t shaped for those silhouettes. For those of you who are younger and more metro, however, by all means, find a store and let your credit card go wild.