It's weird but I feel like London allows me to invite rediscoveries in myself, like I could do anything. I can count on one pillowcase the times I have skipped the sink, or splashed makeup remover in the general direction of my face, and flung myself into bed. No, a hat that reads Happy Gilmore isn't necessarily erudite, but it's also. Like a Mark Rothko color field painting, designers took to...