Milan to go please.

Paris Fashion Week (PFW) is on the cusp of bidding their adieu to the world and closing the usual month long fashion extravaganza or I like to put it as "shutting down" until the cycle starts all over again. I like to believe my word is my bond so on that note today's agenda will include my personal dissection of Milan Fashion Week (MFW) like I promised way back when. Yes. MFW is old news. It's no surprise that I'm still a city behind but you already know that. So bare with me, let's dive in.

It never occurred to me how disconnected I always seem to feel with MFW. They speak a language that I don't really understand. Don't get me wrong. Milan designers are magnificent creators, legends even though I do not feel that ummph like I do when I go through LFW. It's not a bad thing. Every city rocks out their own way and I admire that.

I'm not saying I didn't enjoy a SINGLE show throughout Milan or else there wouldn't be a story to write. A handful of designers in Milan always have a way to make me believe that I can look somewhat homeless and chic simultaneously. And this makes me very happy. Shall we turn this story around? In the midst of sensual desirable women MFW symbolizes so perfectly lies a handful of rebellious designers that like to march to the beat of their own drum. A drum that sounds pretty awful to the point where it almost sounds good. You feel me? These designers do not entirely "fall out" with the rest of MFW but they truly stand apart.

Jil Sander


No. 21

Max Mara
Camel and charcoal were the real stars at Max Mara. They really did something right this season.

Fendi
Holy macaroons! Do you see what I see? Fur mullets. This is good stuff.

Gabriele Colangelo
There's no doubt in my mind that this was by far my favourite show in MFW. I want it all.

Marni


I'm off.

Bye.

Until next time,

Didi