My favorite example of this Mediterranean ease in menswear was Karlotalaspalas. Not only does the collection strike me as completely comfortable and completely comfortable with its Catalan identity, Karlota has a really nice way of making simple and sublime points. Wafts of smoking incense in the breast pockets of suits calmed the crowd  while printed burning ends emblazoned pieces in other passages. I suspect this kind of quiet no nonsense continuous thread is what cements Karlota’s essence. There was something in this collection that felt like it was the spell of someone that had travelled down from the Spanish countryside to wash the world with a cool calm. It only made perfect since to me, when I discovered days later while relaxing under the eye of the sleeping giant, that she was part Boris Bijan Saberi’s team for many seasons.