Blue is all around. Forget hyacinths – the promise of spring manifests itself most compellingly in a freshly laundered dress. Sweet florals and languorous silk lingerie styles abounded on the catwalks, set against a profusion of dazzling sequinned and ruffled options for wild summer nights, but don’t get carried away just yet: ease yourself into the season with true blue. Wear with longline blazers now to ward off lingering chills; switch up with espadrilles as summer temperatures rise.
Dreaming of adventures that flit across time zones in pursuit of the world’s untouched beaches? Instead of snapping a golden sunset to capture that feeling, try wearing the richness of its flame-licked yellow-to-orange palette. The sun-drenched shades of the new dresses make perfect packing solutions for the first escape of summer.
No matter how many we encounter, there is just something about a sunset that ignites the imagination. Perhaps it’s the pure romance, or the memories of salty, sunkissed holiday skin, or simply the magic of that moment when dusk turns to night. It got designers thinking, too; from yellow to fiery orange and cinnamon, there isn’t one colour this spring but an ombré of glowing sunset hues.
Dare to flash your shoulders, your abs or your décolletage? This is the season to embrace exposure and make it your own.
Bow down to subtle exposure and bare some skin. There are other, lesser-known erogenous zones to be revealed now – such as the obliques and the outer curves of the shoulders. It’s time to come undone in spectacular style: audacious cutaways and intriguing peepholes prove it pays to keep an eye on the details.
Some things are made to go together; gin and tonic, strawberries and cream, salt and vinegar, say, so too Anthony Vaccarello and Versace. He – the master of the slit and slashed minidress and pioneer of all-out sex appeal often delivered on leggy best friend, Anja Rubik; and Versus, the sidekick of Versace, the Italian house that practically invented sex – are a match made in heaven.
Half of the battle of a house producing a winning collection is in the hiring of a designer who just “gets it” and the hiring of the Belgian (of Italian descent) here is not much short of genius. Bravo to whoever cooked up that contract. One can only imagine the fun Vaccarello must have had mining the archives. It must have felt like all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Gold! Medusa heads! Bondage strapping! Safety pin dresses! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
All of that was whipped up tonight (even, including BFF Rubik). There were so many brilliant looks here today and here’s the crux of it, and really, where others before him have perhaps failed; he kept it simple. Firstly, it was almost all black with gold accents, well, why over-complicate matters when that will do just nicely? It wasn’t all thigh skimming miniskirts, there were some great low-slung tailored trousers partnered up with bondage-backed bodysuits boasting gold chokers as halter necks, as delicate as fine jewellery, and elsewhere, unbuttoned black silk shirts (sometimes, combining the two into a fierce jumpsuit). He rendered the medusa head into super desirable belts, and re-proposed the safety pin dress into a neat proposition for now.
And even better news: it’s all available to buy online now. One question, what are you still doing reading this?