“Punk: a state of mind in a Venetian palazzo,” seemed like an intriguing line from Fausto Puglisi.
But then my heart sank at the mention of those oh-so-familiar fashion muses, Loulou de la Falaise and Diana Vreeland, whose images from recent books were cut-out and pinned to the backstage mood board.
For all the energy of the show, not least Snap! belting out “The Power” and “Rhythm is a Dancer”, Puglisi did not seem to move much further forward than Versace-esque centurion outfits and what he called “warped lady-like royalty”.
Really? I just saw familiar leather jackets with the requisite studs, small tops with large rivets and coral decoration.
The clothes seemed well made, striking and a must-have — if your aim is to be the new Rihanna.
But it is difficult to grasp where Puglisi is headed, and which women would feel empowered by wearing a coat or a top sliced at an angle to bring the eye towards bare flesh.