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judy smith Sep 2016
Paris has traditionally been the city where inter­national designers – from Australia and England to Beirut and Japan – opt to unveil their collections. However, Karen Ruimy, who is behind the Kalmar label, chose the runways of Milan Fashion Week for her debut showcase in September.

The Morocco-born, London- based designer hosted an intimate al fresco event in a private palazzo to launch her holiday line of fine cotton and silk jumpsuits, breezy kaftans, long skirts, playsuits and off-the-shoulder tops in tropical prints.

Ruimy had a career in finance before moving into the arts – she owns a museum of photography in Marrakech – and has become increasingly involved in fashion and beauty, thanks to her personal interest in holistic therapies.

These are clothes, she explains, that marry luxury and wellness, and are the things she would wear when she wants quality time by herself. The fact that they are made in Italy, convinced her that Milan was the right place for her debut – where she showed alongside the likes of Gucci, Prada, Verscae and Marni.

On fashion calendars, Milan has conventionally been the place where the runways confirm the trends and themes hinted at ­earlier, in New York and London. However, this season, the Italian designers did not speak with one voice, making Milan Fashion Week all the more refreshing for it.

Often, there might be an era or style of design that dominates the runways during a particular season, but for spring/summer 2017 in Milan, there was a standout showing of techno sportswear and techno fabrics employed in updated classics such as coats and box-pleat skirts, or with references to north African and Native American themes.

The Italian designers sent looks that would appeal to everyone, from the haute bohemian and athletic woman, to the cool sophisticate and the art crowd, as well as – as in the case of Moschino – to the iPhone generation.

Only three seasons ago, Gucci’s creative director Alessandro Michele was lauded for his complicated maximalist styling. Yet in Milan, Gucci channelled a dreamlike vibe with Victoriana, denim, athletic apparel and oversized accessories, thrown together in delightful chaos, making it difficult to predict the direction Michele is taking Gucci in.

Currently he seems to be in a holding pattern, hovering at once over 1940s Hollywood glamour, 1970s flared pantsuits, and ruffled party dresses from the 1980s, in a cacophony of ­colours and fabrics.

The feeling of joyous madness continued at Dolce & Gabbana, where street dancers emerged from the audience to start the party in the designers’ tropical-themed show. The clothes used some of their familiar tropes, such as military jackets, corseted black-lace dresses miniskirts. New, however, were the baggy tapering trousers redolent of jodhpurs, and the lavish and detailed embellishment the designers used to sell their story.

Wanderlust dominated the moodboards at Roberto Cavalli – rich patterns, embroidery and patchworks inspired by Native Americans – and Etro with its ­tribal themes on kaftans, duster coats and Berber-style capes.

Giorgio Armani, Agnona Tod’s, Bottega Veneta and Salvatore Ferragamo – with its stylish twisted leather dresses and crisp athletic sportswear designed by newcomer Fulvio Rigoni – all answered the call of women who want stylish but undemanding clothes.

Marni would appeal to the art world for its graceful, pioneering ideas. The label’s finely pleated dresses displayed a life of their own, and its micro-printed dresses were gathered, folded and distorted to walk the line between stylish and quirky.

In contrast, the sportswear at MaxMara and Donatella Versace targeted the dynamic generation of athletic women, with sleek leggings, belted jackets, power suits and anoraks. Versace has made it clear that she thinks this is the only way forward. She may be right, but there’s always room for the myriad styles displayed at Milan Fashion Week in all our wardrobes.

It was feathers with everything at Prada. Silk pyjamas, boldly coloured and mixed checks, cardigans and wrap skirts with Velcro fasteners show Miuccia Prada reinventing the classics. Most glamorous was the series of evening dresses and pyjamas with jewelled embroidery and feathers, worn with kitten heels that married sporty straps with heaps of crystals. Prada’s must-have bag of the season is a bold clutch with a long strap fastener, that comes in a multitude of geometric and daisy patterns.

Versace

Over the past three seasons, Donatella Versace has been carving out a new image for her brand – a shift from the luxe glam of red carpets and superyachts, although the inhabitants of that world will be sure to buy into the new Versace vibe. Donatella’s girls are both glamorous and empowered. The sporty look is tough, urban and energetic, judging by the billowing ultra-thin high-tech nylon parkas and blousons, stirrup trousers and dresses (the shapes of which are manipulated by drawstrings). Dresses, skirts and tops are spliced at angles and studded together. Swishy pleated dresses and silky slit skirts gave energy when in movement, and were as soft as the look got.

Bottega Veneta

Model Gigi Hadid and veteran actress Lauren Hutton walked arm in arm down the Bottega Veneta runway, illustrating the breadth of the Italian maison in Tomas Maier’s hands. This was a double celebration of the Bottega’s 50th ­anniversary and Maier’s 15th as its creative director. Menswear and womenswear were combined, and the focus was on easy, elegant clothes in luxurious materials, such as ostrich, crocodile and lamb skin for coats; easy knits and cotton dresses worn with antique-style silver jewellery; and wedge heels. Fifteen handbag styles debuted along with 15 from the archive.

Fendi

Silvia Venturini’s new Kan handbag was a star turn at Milan. The stud-lock bag dotted with candy-coloured studs, rosette embroidery and floral ribbons couldn’t help but charm every woman in the audience. It was the perfect joyful accessory for Karl Lagerfeld’s feminine vintage romp through the wardrobe of Marie Antoinette, with sugary colours, bows, big apron skirts and crisp white embroidery juxtaposed with sporty footballer-stripe tops – effectively updating a historical look.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Vivienne Westwood
Always wears Chinos
By Moschino
When making Cappuccinos
And insists all that drink
The aforementioned fare
Wear clothes
Adorned with safety pins
And have blond spiky hair.

Vivienne rarely makes Cappuccinos.
karleigh Apr 2023
not to be confused with maraschino
cherries

reminds them of the pretty girl with the blond hair
who can tie that silly little stem into a
silly little knot
in attempt to catch the quarterback's attention
the one who failed to decipher
a quarter
and a dime
until he turned age ten
and that she was- a 10
rated on their silly little scale
weighing nothing but all the options

this makes the pretty girl irate
because she can do far more than tricks like that one
she won her fifth pageant just last week!
she sings- not just for fun and she's even going to college
to wear fancy navy blue suits with golden buttons
and cherry red lipstick
because she knows she can kiss far better
than the rest of 'em
silly little boys stained with dirt and wet grass
she'll know exactly when it comes time to rain
the moment she reports as the next weather woman
aired on channel 6

they'll watch her as they sip
slowly but surely on their wisers waiting
for commercials to cease
to see if she comes back around
in time for Sunday's game and the local diner
with the neon sign that can't be missed

but the sign is gone
she took it with her-dragged it down to break through
the pavement that gets too hot to touch in the heat of the
summertime

she's sure they'll miss it- the memories

and all they'll remember when they see pretty girls
with blond hair

is her perfume by moschino
and the cherry on top
Julia Apr 2019
I always have a pair of cherries hanging by a hook
a faux Moschino message that combats the Tidy look
there they hang so humbly housing tacky chapstick urns
among unopened lipgloss pouches waiting for their turns

I always have a row of golden ***** along a string
they get to feeling restless, so I take them for a swing
but usually I opt for something practical, discrete
and in between the straps I’m always hiding something sweet
Oct. 14, 2016
Seattle, WA
Sell cokes in a bottle goin' full throttle
in the Q 45 infiniti with 10' squares
of bass funk in ya face ya a disgrace
cases i make none pull out my guns they run
to the corner
meet the coroner nobody goin' to mourn ya
i love the dough **** the Show
put hoes onto Moschino sip the Morijito
make chips like dorito with the Monte Cristo
sittin' on the earlobe doobies gotta roll em
homies dap me cuz im a sho gun no one
can dare compare death glares give cold stares
strip ya of ya title no clothes leave ya in ya underwear
dont care don't **** with Jigga
but only these figures
i like B-I-G check mickeys black E-Y-E
from tryna stop the Grind now he Partially Blind
Sniff lines not the white lines
Im cold as **** pushin' ya luck get ya self a sweater
cuz when my heat comes
i bring the pain lightening thunder and the reign
cant stop it flows i drop it hoes i got it
on lock like a solitary confinement ya just freshman
i moved Senior less than a year no tears no worries
got glory Clutchin' like Horry pick a new catergory
cuz i get bored with chillin' the same spot same knot
makin' my Rounds around the World and i yayayah
players haters hate me
i dont why? maybe is because i hug the sky
mad tight right ! blunts for the flight
livin' the high life while ya stay Low
i thought ya knew
i Love the Dough !!ugh
Travis Green Jun 2020
He is a majestic man,
a melanin king filled with enchanting handsomeness,
rare treasure sparkling in the nighttime seas where the stars
and moon shimmer in a golden wave of paradise,
enlightening my mind, brightening my brown eyes,
wavy black hair covered in glorious perfection,
his skin so marvelously made, an array of boundless poetry,
shouldering me in the oceans of his passion.
I could drift inside his spontaneity, his serene rhymes,
his vibrant and sultry voice, his extraordinary swagger
streaming in my system, a brown-skinned love of mine
decked in the most fly boxers, more like Ethika’s and Moschino’s.
I love his pleasing lips, his bright smile, his defined V-Line,
his slim physique, his powerful flow of words, an educated black
man representing for his neighborhood, possessing infinite strength,
profound knowledge, street smart, a heart of unparalleled dreams
shimmering like the vast streams dancing with the breeze
throughout the night.  
I am in love with his magnetism, his smooth arms, his chiseled
legs so striking and strong, a sharp and soulful man,
a dope man, a stunning man dripping
with blazing taste, how his essence encircles me,
enlivens my existence, how he reminds me
of a warm sunny day on the beach,
the bold eagles soaring above us, the white swans
swimming in calming blue seas, the whole landscape
a blossoming reflection of his grandeur.
When I gaze at his intriguing presence,
I can envision the rings of Saturn spinning
inside his soul, all magnificently mesmerizing,
gleaming Venus radiating magic in his manly chests,
joyous Jupiter syncing with the beautiful bridges
of our creation, timeless equations rooted in his cells,
great desires rising, his chemistry inviting, adding
fire to my dynasty, making me crave
every part of his body.

— The End —