“The clothes Mr. Smith produces for Wink are the kind one can imagine a college freshman buying in some version of the Gap that had Andy Kaufman as creative director. They are slightly quirky, somewhat off, but ultimately simple, sellable pieces, rarely costing more than a few hundred dollars. There are tweeds with metallic threads, short cotton shirtdresses, khaki blazers with pockets that sit purposely too high, bikinis bizarre only when he shows them on the runway over pantyhose.”

“Wynn Smith has been in the game longer, in one guise or another. As his show opened with a thrilling smack of Wagner, a child in the crowd whispered, ‘Mom, I'm scared,' and then models stepped out on a plywood runway as if assembling for a police lineup. The 16 looks quietly sounded a free attitude, with polished pantsuits in black flannel next to clingy sweaters knotted above the breasts, a washed tweed coat with hobo pockets, and a slim khaki trench with buckled straps that lightly suggested bondage.”