Okay, So I Do Have A Comment On Milan!

I've been so busy celebrating the new year and fasting like all the other good Jews, that I almost skipped over 1/4th of the Fashion Month equation! So, here's the abbreviated skinny on what killed me....

First of all it totally cracked me up that almost every look on the Marni runway looked kinda like someone who I'd assume really didn't get it (the overwrought striped leggings, the polka dots) yet somehow they really did get it...probably so much more than me. And those shoes! Jesus!

Dolce & Gabbana totally slayed me for the second season running, which is amazing considering that I've never considered myself their biggest fan. The Masculin Feminin, the Spanish lace....ohmigod. I was really holding myself back from comparing the collection to Velasquez paintings....

Finally, Prada totally redeemed herself in my books from last fall's dowdy mess. If Resort was a little tease...then this collection was the full shebang, from the beach prints to the ridiculously fantastical chandelier dresses. Viva Italia!

Long Live Le Schiap!

When 50 Cent said "I love you like a fat kid love cake", he must have been referring to the Surrealist 30's. I, like Fiddy, am just a little more than obsessed with that era in art and fashion, as well as anything that is a throwback to the wildly creative time. Subtle references usually do the trick, but an overt ode, like Dolce & Gabbana's fall dedication to the queen of the movement, Elsa Schiaparelli, sent me soaring.

Ballooned shoulders and nipped waists were, of course, major elements of the collection, but what really had me tickled pink (or shall I say shocking) were the trompe-l’oeil accoutrements! Gloves were seamlessly transformed into headbands and scarves as well as lipstick cases and watches into necklaces - so seamless in fact, they had me wondering where the artistry ended and the design began...

Bravo, boys! Bravo!

ps. we borrowed these pictures from style.com