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Photo by Harry Borden
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Every editor in town has fallen head over heels for Roland
Mouret, a Frenchman who (okay) lives in LondonIt
lets me be more French, he says gnomically. Now 42,
he has had just about every job there is in fashion, from
model to art director. When you see the other designers,
he says, you understand your limits, you know what is
you and what isnt. His fall collection, currently
flying out of Bendels, takes a razor to the candy-coated
mod that dominated the fall season, reimagining pop as something
a little more S&M and patent-leather. Anyone from
Posh Spice to Aerin Lauder could wear it, raves Lucy
Sykes. I really love that New York women love fashion
like it is sweets, responds Mouret. "They feel
they need to possess fashion. For a designer, that is the
best. (From the September 22, 2003 issue of New York
Magazine)
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