I will also be biased, you know by now, but don’t miss this Emporio Armani fashion show!
I looked at everything with heartfelt eyes: the wide high-waisted trousers, the short jackets, the suspenders (do you remember the use also as a martingale?) And then the black velvet, the textured fabrics, the purple, the rows of buttons, white shirts, herringbone, padded shoulders …
My gray is inevitable in many variations, one more beautiful than the other! And I also loved the texture and warmth of the fabrics: something that can give a feeling of soft and snug fit, a cuddle, if you like.
So here I am for the umpteenth time grateful for the show: beauty to see, but also beauty as a means of transport. Sure, you can’t travel in space, but you can travel in memories.
What about the 80s? Have you lived them? Did you love them?