I went more days without a favorite in Milan than I did in any other city this season. I realize now that that fact had very little to do with Milan and a lot to do with general fashion fatigue augmented by life fatigue. Going through the photos again made me realize that Milan might have been my favorite city of the four. A reexamination of Paris, often the winner in my opinion, will have to come before I can be sure of that statement.
Like New York and London before it, Milan had a story. Its story was one of color. There were few pastels and other colors of the sun-faded variety. Instead there were brights. A veritable rainbow walked down many runways and injected a life into the season that had been missing up until that point.
The threads from the other cities continued to be seen.
White and transparency from New York.
At No.21
At Bottega Veneta
At Dolce & Gabbana
At Alberta Ferretti
At Luisa Beccaria
At Emporio Armani
Prints and patterns from London.
At Sportmax
At Albino
At Emilio Pucci
At Aquilano.Rimondi
At Dolce & Gabbana
But color was, for lack of a better word, king.
At Luisa Beccaria
At Gucci
At Etro
At Moschino
At MaxMara
At Salvatore Ferragamo
At Emilio Pucci
At Prada
At Aquilano.Rimondi
At MaxMara
But in the end, no one did it better than Raf Simons at Jil Sander.
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