Robyn Lynch’s latest adventure in menswear indulges in the world of the all-inclusive. Think of any family holiday spent by the pool as the big kids blasted their off-kilter chart hits off a tinny, €5 speaker and your parents got totally, totally sloshed at the free bar. You can practically smell the Factor-50 (and chlorine) already, right?

Inspiration here struck in that signature Lynchian (not that one) way as the designer trawled through her parent’s respective wardrobes, but this time it was the designer’s mother Susan who was in the hot seat, particularly a trip taken to Mallorca in the early eighties reimagined via a novelty holiday tee. Casting a fresh pair of eyes on the genre by developing her own, replete with grinning smiley faces. Allusions to venereal disease and a few rave-ready necklaces that read ‘Acid Power’, the basis of Lynch’s latest mainline collection began to take shape.

Lynch’s keen eye for colour saw her stick to a refined palette of burnt orange, utilitarian grey and sunshine yellow, with a penchant for experimenting hinging on her choice of fabrics. There were noisy, transparent trousers in crinkly nylon that gave us an eyeful (and earful) as models swished through a row of plastic garden chairs, while fuzzy, zip-up shrouds took on the form of the towel cloak concoction your mum envelopes you in when you refuse anymore sun cream. 

Still intact was technical jackets and vests, rethought in new colours or laced at the waist to form new shapes entirely. SS23 also saw the designer introduce Crocs to her sports-centric style universe, alongside wavy Aran knit twin sets and chunky vests that are gorgeously impractical for poolside lounging. Lynch completed the mix by masterminding the return of the polarising ¾ length track pant – proper Brit abroad.