there’s nothing more of a relief than having your show ticket safely in hand, with seat reserved so one can properly dream of what could
possibly be shown on the runway in it’s glam glory the next day. Gucci chocolates help with the daydreaming too.
The Gucci show basically “opened” Milan fashion week on Wednesday, for the 2012-13 AW season. I was all ready in my 2012 Gucci cruise collection dress with beige top and drop-waist skirt in neon green. I paired it with a graphical cotton “jean” jacket and bright blue Gucci shoulder bag.
Tights: MAM Avantgarde
I met some friends for a pre-show drink at the Diana Majestic hotel bar, all of us fashion bloggers from around the world. Outside it was organized chaos, with more photographers/street style snappers out there than show-goers themselves. I think the Chinese outrank the Japanese in numbers of magazines seeking street style pics now. Ok, I don’t think so, it’s definitely true.
Last season, Gucci was on a roll, achieving over 100 magazine covers with their jewel tones (I think Japan actually had the most covers in the world!!!) and this spring/summer collection, with its art deco splurge is already gunning for another win. So as not to let out the winning blood, the brand really needed to pull out all stops this collection- and oh, wait until you see those final dresses!
(Later, at the showroom) The noir equestrian theme was quite apparent from the get-go, with details such as hand-picked flocking, Japanese crepe and plum-colored jacquard on peplum jackets giving it some luxurious feminine va-va-vroom.
This bag features the original Gucci print, before it became the signature interlocked Gs we know today (learned at the factory!). This was my favorite bag from the new collection.
When the feathered pieces came out, so did the flashes. Taking it off the runway it looks even more incredible. Look at the shine! They are untreated cock-bird feathers and they are so soft they melt between your fingers.
The dresses at the end sent tingles to my spine. Six sirens of a noir fantasy, draped in the softest tulle you’ll ever caress, with beading in floral and vine brocade daintily climbing the body. At the Milan showroom, I was taking bets with the global press about which one could make it to the Oscars. Perhaps the first one, on Rooney Mara? Or the purple one on Jessica Chastain? And these dresses are not part of the couture line—-they are pret a porter! So perhaps we will be surprised by something even more magnificent?! Fingers crossed for both.