A general introduction, courtesy Issey Miyake: "I make clothes." A gentle caution: "We must not be too logical." And an all-purpose question: "How do you think it?"
"Issey," asks a friend, standing in a bustling hotel lobby, "how do I work this?" The friend is flapping about in the enveloping intricacies of a new raincoat. "I made it like this," says the designer, improvising a fitting at the front desk. He unbuttons a half-cape that spans the sleeves and puts the loose ends around his friend's neck. "Like a scarf, you see?"
"But what about this?" says a companion, trashing logic...
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