With the first week of November officially behind us, the fashion world finds itself smack dab in the middle of a dreaded but necessary evil, the endless hob-nobbing, shoulder rubbing, polite brownie-eating PR marathon that is press day season.It began for me yesterday with TCS-the Communications Store, a PR firm who rep the likes of Versace, Missoni, Peter Pilotto, Jonathan Saunders, Elie Saab, yadda, yadda, yadda. TCS held their press day at fashion-favorite venue Il Boccacio (where the Guess retrospective was) and took over the whole of the sprawling mansion with their battalion of brands' SS10 glory strewn across two floors. So instead of grouping my press day posts according to event this season, I've decided to handle them by breaking it down by individual designer. First up: Missoni, Missoni, Missoni.
I have to say, I was really not overly charmed by Rosita's turn out this season. Of course, Spring/Summer is not the knitwear house's forte, but still, the muted tones, cotton knits, simple shapes--I felt like I'd seen it all before, probably in an outlet shop somewhere. Might as well be Missoni SS98. The menswear, however, was a different story altogether.
I did really like this silk robe style jacket, however. Love love. Can just imagine myself throwing it over delicate little spring dresses, or wearing with jean shorts, vintage tee, gladiators and belting with joy. Endless ways to style this one, probably my favorite piece from the whole of what I saw yesterday.
With Missoni, it's all about texture, texture, texture. This palette strewn one shouldered frock and the shell embellished shift (below) each weighed a ton, but were among the more interesting pieces from the collection.
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The menswear I thought was truly fantastic--I'd wear 90% of it. From slouchy cuffed seersucker trousers to an assortment of brightly colored or organic flaxen jumpers whose intricate weave would render even the most bland colorwise as blatantly Missoni to the trained eye. I can just picture myself lounging by the seaside somewhere in Italy in May or thereabouts (early spring), casually snuggled in on of these sweaters worn oversize with leggings, little boots and a linen scarf. So while Rosita may have let down the little girl in me this season, at least she gave my inner andro something to squak about.
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