Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana in their accumulation presented a work of the fall season.
But fitting when it seemed that fall would be a season of control and refinement, the Dolce & Gabbana compendium split onto the runway in replete operatic, inebriated inflation. It was churrigueresco, rococo, new-money mythological.
The collection opened and was dominated with black looks. Lace shifts, coats with military swagger and swirling gold embroideries, corseted silk dresses with crinoline skirts: this was a collection that was big on costume drama.
A flash of white in frilled tulle or a lace layer under a heavily embroidered black and gold cape, for example was like the froth on a strong cappuccino. And dresses rendered in needlepoint embroidery will surely have a lot of ladies re-evaluating another of their grandmother's favourites.
With the communication of Luciano Tenor on the soundtrack, models sauntered consume the catwalk wearing dresses in lace patterns and shameful tissue tops and skirts through which bras, panties, and merry widows peeked through.
Dresses bore the faces of sweet cherubs and angels. Black skirts and capes were lavishly embroidered in gold swirls and curlicues.
Here in Milan there was no shying away from it even in this new day of tough-love politics and economic rigor.
But fitting when it seemed that fall would be a season of control and refinement, the Dolce & Gabbana compendium split onto the runway in replete operatic, inebriated inflation. It was churrigueresco, rococo, new-money mythological.
The collection opened and was dominated with black looks. Lace shifts, coats with military swagger and swirling gold embroideries, corseted silk dresses with crinoline skirts: this was a collection that was big on costume drama.
A flash of white in frilled tulle or a lace layer under a heavily embroidered black and gold cape, for example was like the froth on a strong cappuccino. And dresses rendered in needlepoint embroidery will surely have a lot of ladies re-evaluating another of their grandmother's favourites.
With the communication of Luciano Tenor on the soundtrack, models sauntered consume the catwalk wearing dresses in lace patterns and shameful tissue tops and skirts through which bras, panties, and merry widows peeked through.
Dresses bore the faces of sweet cherubs and angels. Black skirts and capes were lavishly embroidered in gold swirls and curlicues.
Here in Milan there was no shying away from it even in this new day of tough-love politics and economic rigor.
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