Emilia Wickstead’s muse for fall was straight out of one of Wes Anderson’s quirky, melancholic films, reflecting demure silhouettes that were created for women with aristocratic tastes. A simple buttermilk top with fluted elbow-length sleeves was worn with a belted high-waist fit-and-flare skirt that fell to midcalf, while a belted jacket in dusty pink furry tweed was paired with matching culottes.
Dresses — a Wickstead staple — had high necklines and long sleeves, and came in Wedgwood blue crepe, gray tweed or in a pink-and-lavender geometric print. But these modern duchesses were far from fusty: The odd plunging neckline — on, say, a blue jumpsuit — kept pulses racing, while a shiny black-leather dress was pure dominatrix. Whip sold separately.