Iceberg are back, and they’re as crazy and playful as ever: but would Jay-Z approve?

“I dipped in the stash, splurged on a chain / Now I’m Titanic, Iceberg’s the name”

Once a 90s Hip-Hop mainstay – to be mentioned in the same breath as a Coogi knitted and infamously a Jay-Z favourite – with a long and potted history of designers behind it, including Marc Jacobs, this was Iceberg’s first season under the directorship of Arthur Arbesser. He wanted to focus on “the brand’s most authentic DNA: knitwear” but to add “a streak of madness, a playful spirit drawing upon the multi-coloured creativity and the sense of humour of Enrico Baj, an Italian artist…”

“Ballin’, cop some Charles Jordan and some Icebergs / Ice herbs, nice curves, girlfriends with the white fur”

And multi-coloured playfulness is certainly what we got; it came in the form of bold red barber striped trousers and matching tops with corset-style lacing at the neckline (and the trouser-hems…), as well as blue and lilac squiggle patterned skirts that looked like a topographical map on an acid trip. Then there were the lavender raincoats, soaked in a deliciously questionable, shiny-plastic coating and the green and black chequerboard skirts that were the closest you could get to wearing an optical illusion.

“*Jeah*, and on that note / Iceberg Slim is back to rock a boat, c’mon”

Metallics weren’t left out from the party either, and were cut into silver disco-ball trousers and a short-sleeve shirt-jacket that felt both retro and relevant. A particular highlight was a slouchy blue bomber jacket with just the right amount of slippery sheen to it, not to mention some upscale white dungarees with an elegantly billowy bottom half. In essence it was exactly what Arbesser set out to achieve – and you can’t ask for more than that.

Words: Benji Walters