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Emporio ArmaniSpring Summer 2015 Milan

Runway Review
9/18/2014 TeamFWP

The worst thing about Milan Fashion Week in September is the endless conversations you are forced to endure with smug, bronzed Italians who regard four weeks off in August as a basic human right. After a day or two you have heard everything there is to know about the bohemian luxury of Formentera, the divine little restaurants in Corsica, the magical diving in Tulum, that undiscovered jewel in the Ionians that you simply have to visit.... It is like living in an infinite leaf through the pages of Condé Nast Traveller.

Happily I haven't yet heard what Giorgio Armani did on his August sabbatical - but after this Emporio Armani show I'm guessing it was a good one. The designer, who habitually hangs in Pantelleria for his hols, put out an attractively relaxed collection of young, sporty and jaunty daywear against some perky, party-ready evening wear that was invariably high-hemmed and zinged up by ruffle or shine.

The show notes informed us that this was a blue-based collection, but it was only when two hot-yet-wholesome little playsuits, striped mid-thigh and open-backed, came out on a sea-salt haired duo in spotless white trainers that it hit me that this was perfect attire for a fantasy beach club. Those playsuits might have been the staff uniform, and the opening - often notably non-blue - combinations of loose, pleated trousers with cut-out trainers and blue tortoiseshell sandals were for the holidaying young ladies to tour the darling local villages in.

There were sleek, three-piece combinations for disembarking chicly from the twin-prop; gathered-backed jackets with blazer hems for breezy dawns on the yacht and those dappled patent-shine evening pieces for transfixing Methuselah-happy millionaires.
OK, so there were some successfully sharp urban looks too, but the soul of this strong Emporio soul was rooted in blissed-out, beach-life azure.

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9/18/2014 TeamFWP

The worst thing about Milan Fashion Week in September is the endless conversations you are forced to endure with smug, bronzed Italians who regard four weeks off in August as a basic human right. After a day or two you have heard everything there is to know about the bohemian luxury of Formentera, the divine little restaurants in Corsica, the magical diving in Tulum, that undiscovered jewel in the Ionians that you simply have to visit.... It is like living in an infinite leaf through the pages of Condé Nast Traveller.

Happily I haven't yet heard what Giorgio Armani did on his August sabbatical - but after this Emporio Armani show I'm guessing it was a good one. The designer, who habitually hangs in Pantelleria for his hols, put out an attractively relaxed collection of young, sporty and jaunty daywear against some perky, party-ready evening wear that was invariably high-hemmed and zinged up by ruffle or shine.

The show notes informed us that this was a blue-based collection, but it was only when two hot-yet-wholesome little playsuits, striped mid-thigh and open-backed, came out on a sea-salt haired duo in spotless white trainers that it hit me that this was perfect attire for a fantasy beach club. Those playsuits might have been the staff uniform, and the opening - often notably non-blue - combinations of loose, pleated trousers with cut-out trainers and blue tortoiseshell sandals were for the holidaying young ladies to tour the darling local villages in.

There were sleek, three-piece combinations for disembarking chicly from the twin-prop; gathered-backed jackets with blazer hems for breezy dawns on the yacht and those dappled patent-shine evening pieces for transfixing Methuselah-happy millionaires.
OK, so there were some successfully sharp urban looks too, but the soul of this strong Emporio soul was rooted in blissed-out, beach-life azure.


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