Assessing Alessandro Michele’s couture debut for Valentino. Also, Armani Privé and Chanel keep things moving and Gaurav Gupta surprises.
As the curtain went up in the pitch-black theater, glowing red words ran like an English Lit ticker tape across a black digital screen — “eccentricity, gothic, occultism, Madame Butterfly, existentialism” — in a continuous, random and unceasing stream. Then a woman in a Harlequin ball gown, with a skirt so big it seemed more like a tent with a torso on top, materialized out of the dark. She made her way from stage left, walking slowly to the center where she turned to face the audience, then exited stage right.
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