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CHOCHILINO Soshiotsuki Spring 2027 Menswear %

Summary by CHOCHILINO
“He’s undone his top button and loosened his tie.” The imaginary salaryman, the suited Japanese corporate worker of the 1980s who inspired Soshi Otsuki’s LVMH Prize-winning work, has gone on his summer vacation. What happens when a conventional man’s office attire starts to break down when he allows himself to relax, just a bit? You didn’t need to know the specifics of Otsuki’s quietly, affectionately funny social observations of his father’s ge…
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Soshiotsuki: Summertime, and the tailoring’s easy

A suit holds a man at attention. Soshi Otsuki, making his Paris debut, caught it mid-yawn. A collar flips out where it should sit flat. A loosened knot lets the tie hang soft. A belt floats in a loose S, holding a curve it has no business holding. And that impossible curve has a patron saint, Salvador Dalí. The collection takes its title, The Persistence of Memory, straight from his 1931 painting, the one where watches droop soft over a branch and a rock, caught in the act of melting. Otsuki builds the same illusion into cloth, except his melting is engineered. The S is held by a hidden metal spine, the lapels rolled to the exact degree, every sleeve and hem cut to the millimetre. Precision, impersonating ease.   Otsuki builds the collection from cloth that already looks remembered. The fabrics are faithful reproductions of textiles made more than twenty years ago, cottons washed and dyed until they seem to have aged in the sun. You see it in the rumpled linen suits the colour of dry sand, in the striped pyjama shorts, in a silky henley, in a trench thrown over bare legs. The palette holds to faded things, dry beige, clay red, a sax blue gone pale, the colours of cloth left in the light too long. This is the title made literal, not the past pictured but a summer that never happened, worn straight into the garments. The S is everywhere once you see it. It curves through the belts and the rolled lapels, and it reached the seating too. Two rows faced each other, all of them front row, and where the chart would normally read A and B, here it read S and O, the designer’s initials. The whole thing was staged in the cobbled courtyard of the Institut National de Jeunes Sourds de Paris, the oldest free school for deaf children in the world, its tall white doors giving onto the gardens. This is one of the quiet pleasures of fashion week, the way it hands you the keys to a Paris no guidebook covers, the high schools, the institutes, the courtyards shut to the public the rest of the year. You arrive for a show and leave having seen a corner of the city you never knew existed. Call it Wintourism, if I may, and call me a Wintourist for the evening, glad to tour the secrets fashion prises open.

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CHOCHILINO broke the news on Sunday, June 28, 2026.
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