Showing posts with label Salvatore Ferragamo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salvatore Ferragamo. Show all posts

Emilio Pucci Spring Summer 2012 Review




Couture-grade, fantasy wank, slut clothes. I see the appeal of this collection as a whole but once you break down each look it’s all very 90’s boho, peasanty, Matthew Williamson. I mean really. Remove yourself from the hype and some of the clothes aren’t that great. But some of them are. Abbey Lee looked like a goth Barbie. Joan Smalls looked dressy and sexy in a tailored jacket that was cut to expose the hip. It looks infinitely better than it sounds I promise you. As well as Salvatore Ferragamo, Dundas makes a very convincing argument for fashion victims to stop wearing platform shoes. Sandals are finally looking fresh again after what, five or six years of platform domination?

SALVATORE FERRAGAMO SPRING 2010

While I write this review it’s about 11am-ish in Paris which means fashion week has just begun. There’ll probably be no photos to look at until tomorrow so in the mean time I thought I’d catch up on some collections I’ve not looked at from Milan. I think Limi Feu and Gareth Pugh are showing today. Squeal!
What’s really struck me after looking at the Ferragamo collection is just how flawless the craftsmanship is in Milan. But the fabrics too! No one else, including Paris, can make clothes like Italians. The Ferragamo collection is ready to wear and it looks like freakin couture.
The collection started with some nice pieces that focused on silhouette. Unlined cocoon sleeved jackets, curvy jodhpurs and bouncy blouses looked soft and inviting. There was plenty of texture via way of snake skin on skirts and there was a nice wavy, bubbled texture on a lemon blouse.
Ferragamo is primarily a leather goods company and they did some sexy fold-over snakeskin bags in raspberry, yellow, taupe and white.I just went to Style.com to steal some images *blush* and read the review. Ouch. Nicole Phelps can be such a cunt. What I didn't know was that this was head designer Cristina Ortiz's final collection. She didn't cut the mustard so they replaced her with their menswear designer.