Take away the giant Pac-Man helmets that Deacon (regrettably) used to accessorize his show, and what’s left are 52 surprisingly wearable looks. The designer himself, with his big glasses and ironic-retro style, is far more outlandish than the clothes he made this season, which are simple and well-executed, rather mature, and, occasionally, even bourgeoisin an elegant, positive sense. He cuts a mean sheath, a sharp jacket, and a pretty peplum skirt, some of it touched with pop references (the Pac-Man), some of it left beautifully alone. Though his own social life centers around the London clubs rather than the Upper East Side benefit circuit, there is a hint of Oscar de la Renta in some of what Deacon does. It may not seem consistent with his hipster friends, but Deacon is not one to be pigeonholed by his habits.
First pet: A frog called Terry.
Favorite childhood toy: A brick called Pig, for serious!
Your muse: Katie Grand.
Person alive or dead whom you’d most like to see in one of your designs: Lady Godiva.
Trend you’d like to bring back or start: Measured eccentricity.
Color you can’t resist: Pink.