A far departure from last season’s Napoleonic classicism, Dolce and Gabbanna’s spring 2007 runway featured designs for the most tragic fashion victims at the hottest Martian nightclub on Saturn’s fifth moon.
Some pieces were just the right meld of futurism with the looks of today—corsets, tiny belts, monochromes. Others made models (stick thin models!) look hippy, wrapped in cellophane or like they were attacked by a fingerpainting class of kindergarteners.
And with that squib, I imagine that I will be on the “out†list for next season’s Dolce show. Oh well, Cathy Horyn, Sarah Mower and I will just have to go get a cappuccino together.