Here I am, a Russian Brit, sitting in an empty house somewhere in the South East of England, drinking a cup of Mexican coffee, picking on a soft as a down pillow slice of French brioche and gathering my thoughts on Milan fashion week. “Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys’ house” as Tolstoy would say…
Milan overindulged me. There was a lot of beauty and plenty of white, enough to send me into my happy place where dreams are real. There was also a lot of transparency cleverly covered with either layers of fabric or frosted illusions of lace and embroidery. There were splashes of colour, mostly of a floral nature that screamed summer and joy.
Milan was definitely a good place to be…
Bottega Veneta, as always, was about quiet quality and craftsmanship that you feel but can’t explain. It was a beautiful collection, head to toe. In fact, one of my favourite in Bottega’s history. The most interesting thing is that the more I look at those dresses the more I fall in love with them.
Vietnam-inspired Pucci collection was like a breath of fresh air, particularly, “the white part” that I loved the most. This and the carved shoes that go up there to join McQueens and earlier Prada and Miu Miu’s. If only I could have them all. Make-up was very natural, yet again, so it looks like “the no make-up make-up” will be among Spring 2013 beauty trends again. And why not? It’s so beautiful.
More of the Orient-inspired designs sprinkled with a signature paisley print and cinched with an obi at Etro. Such a gorgeous collection that made me think of paradise, fantasy, comfortable elegance and summer. A burst of joy!
And more white courtesy of Ports 1961 that made one fall into a trance intensified by layers and layers of transparent silks and lace to be suddenly awakened and surprised by the pops of brightest colours.
Photo source: elle.com, vogue.com
