I found myself staring at these clothes for the past hour. They aren't Philoesque-pretty, nor Galliano-theatrical. They aren't of the minimalist streak that designers have been ramming down our throats for the fall season nor aren't they the ones that make you go "What the hell was he thinking?". But somehow they are intriguing, not in that cerebral way but more of one that just stays in your head, in a calm and peaceful manner. Or perhaps I'm too lazy (at least for now, I hope) to allow a collection to wander round my head, annoying my synapses and neurons and what not.
I find these clothes the anti-thesis of prints (bordering on colour-blocking), like a minimalist-print (I know this hardly makes sense, but oxymorons never do, don't they?).
It's like a give and take between the simple (silhouettes) and the rich (images). Somehow everything just blends together and........."BHAM!', a weird and wonderful concoction of shapes and colour tones. Also I don't know if you know that these 'prints' are actually deconstructed images from the inside of the Vatican. There's no altar nor crucifix (maybe 1), and there' hardly any religious influence behind these clothes. But rather the mundane furniture that consists of tables and bookshelves belonging to the Pope have been turned up on its head and given a nice little twist. The images are deceptively simple, and almost mysterious to some extent. Now how do I put this altogether? A mix between The Selby and Phoebe Philo and Philippe Starck and Catholicism and given an Alberto Marani stamp on top of it all.
Also, the Pope sure has great taste in furniture.
Also, these are the works of Alberto Marani. I forgot to mention this, oops.
Also, I have to realise that my thoughts are everywhere. Which explains the many 'also's.
And this reminds me of Fendi's Fall ad campaign. Which I really really love.