Frankly, Raf Simons for Jil Sander is better than sex.
Giannini worked an almost maniacal extreme-sports preoccupation — multifabric collage constructions along with endless ties, cords, cutouts, harnesses and other assorted gadgetry — that wrestled toward S-and-M.
Took the unapproachable, sculptured look down from its pedestal this season.
Life is a bowl of cherries at Moschino, to judge by the collection Rossella Jardini sent out for spring.
Conveyed a quiet romance that wasn’t always practical — how often do adult women find themselves in situations where they need to dress as if they’re in a Merchant Ivory film? — but was certainly pretty.
Seemed to pay homage to the body-conscious, skintastic looks of the house of the medusa head … and less focus than his predecessors on the bright-colored swirling Pucci patterning that has come to be associated with the house. But that’s not necessarily bad.
It was power pop meets vintage Versace classicism in a frankly sexy and sassy spring 2010 collection … the hottest performance by this label in the past half-decade.
The exaggerated silhouette may well be a difficult one to find flattering for anybody but the super-skinny — but for those who think it’s true that ‘one can never be too rich or too thin,’ this one’s for you.
Underlining his sunnier mood, Armani sent out his most colorful Emporio looks in many seasons.
In a season when drifty, gauzy things are a topic, she’s smart to claim the territory.
A fine collection of streamlined sportswear — what [Giannini] called ‘mixing in new technology, carbon fiber and crepe de chine,’ with more traditional skills of tiny tucks and strips and of treated leather.