Tomas Maier is becoming the go-to guy for off-duty chic. His Sunday morning show exalted the athletic grace of dancers, his models resembling a troupe exiting rehearsal in their hair bands and jazz shoes, foreheads and pectorals glistening with a thin film of sweat. It would be difficult to find more luxurious warm-up clothes: jogging pants, sweatshirts and hoodies in beefy cotton double jersey, as plain as they were expensive looking. Washed suede blousons had the same languid air as the scoopneck T-shirts occasionally worn underneath.

Roomy cashmere sweaters smudged with color or faded carpet prints slid off shoulders, or were unbuttoned at the collarbone, while papery Windbreakers were worn with the sleeves pushed up. The few suits in the collection were styled in the same offhand way as workout clothes, the pant legs scrunched up toward the knee. Woven leather backpacks accentuated the easy feel of the clothes.

In a season of monochromatic dressing, Maier may very well come out as top banana. In addition to that mellow shade, he had sky blue, mint green and pale flamingo pink.

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