With Doechii, Naomi Campbell and a lot of low-rise jeans, Dsquared2 celebrated its 30th year with a runway show fit for “Zoolander.”
I lost track of the number of cars. I lost track of the number of sparkly fringed leather chaps. I lost track of the number of butts hanging out.
About a third of the way through the Dsquared2 fashion show in Milan on Tuesday evening, I lost my ability to keep track of anything. This event, celebrating the company’s 30th anniversary, was a fashion show whose sheer fashion showiness left me unable to form coherent thoughts.
Where to begin? Perhaps with the D.J. situated inside a giant disco ball or
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