This year, two fashion seasons came and went in a blur, at least to me. Going through my own wardrobe turned out to be less than helpful as there was nothing remarkable save for the Steve McQueen T-shirt from Dolce & Gabbana (and only because I am a McQueen fan). So I dragged out look books from the past two seasons to help me decide the hits and misses of 2008. Reviewing the past couple of seasons has been a revelation in a 'What were the designers thinking?' kind of way. First, let me first address the trends that did not scare me away. I liked the strong return of the three-piece suit this year thanks to designers such as Tom Ford and Thom Browne. Ford especially made the three-piece suit his new uniform in 2008, storing the black blazer, white T-shirt and jeans get-up that he had been rocking for several years. Dunhill capitalised on this trend (second right). I, for one, am happy blue is the new black this year. But it wasn't just blue - it was turquoise, it was lapis, it was cerulean. In early 2008, Bottega Veneta (far right) made windbreakers and shorts a shade away from cerulean. Then blues quickly showed up in the collections of Paul Smith, Versace and Louis Vuitton (third right). Forgive me for trailing into a Miranda Priestley-esque monologue, but I can't help it because blue, and all its many incarnations, is really refreshing - especially the trousers and the mandals (men's sandals) from Vuitton. In autumn, blue surged on, but in a more saturated Yves Klein version, as seen in the suits at Prada and again at Vuitton. Will you indulge me with one more Devil Wears Prada re-enactment? Florals, for spring? Groundbreaking. Ouch. But florals, cliche or not, blossomed at the spring collections, especially the tone-on-tone versions at Etro where the flowers looked like outlines on a solid colour. Shorts were also a great trend and it was nice seeing guys working on their calves and hamstrings at the gym instead of their pecs, because spring's shorts - tailored and 5cm to 7cm above the knee - were especially ruthless to men with chicken legs. Now for the trends that bombed. I wasn't quite sure what to make of the black fur coat from Z Zegna (fourth right), the one made with long goat hair. I understand the novelty of wearing it for Halloween and telling people you're dressed as King Kong, but other than that, why would anyone want to look like they overdosed on hair loss drug Propecia, so much so that hair grew in places where it shouldn't? I also had a problem with the overalls from Z Zegna and the version from Bottega Veneta. Overalls are cute, especially if you're in your OshKosh B'gosh years but past that, unless you're a plumber or a handyman, where and when will you ever need overalls? And don't get me started on the futuristic looks from the autumn collections of Raf Simons and his work at Jil Sander. That ombre tunic-like shirt from Simons worn over a turtleneck looked like it came from a Star Trek convention rather than a Paris runway. And on a last note, I am kind of sad Dior Homme (above left) is moving away from the long and lean trousers that defined the label so well - and now, just when the majority of men are warming up to the idea of flat-front tapered trousers. I champion tapered trousers because I find high-waist pleated pants that balloon on the hips rather offensive, not to mention terribly unflattering. Lean trousers are a good thing. Harem-esque versions are not. It's like paying money to see the remake of a film you once enjoyed but at the end you're left with a bad taste in your mouth, kind of like the fashion equivalent of Gus Van Sant's blasphemous take on Psycho. Roll credits, please.