On or about March 1910, the apocalypse came during a horseback ride through Wiltshire. That perhaps mangled Virginia Woolf quote, coupled with a sweetly melancholic sense of pastoralism, seemed to pervade Rag & Bone spring collection—and not just because of Thom Yorke’s crooning in the background. All told, Marcus Wainright and David Neville’s military-meets-equestrian-meets-motorcycle-meets-shepherd theme…