This was theatre. An operating theatre with Dr. Alessandro Michele predilection for dissecting clothes on clear view, as we watched on like student dr’s, voyeurs. No blood was shed this was more about cutting up different cultures and ideas and stitching them back together. “A new breath. The courageous affirmation of the self and its singularity.” It hit the spot. The exploration aided and abetted by Makinarium, the Italian special effects company that collaborated with Michele to produce the super lifelike heads, intimately and exactly customized and carried under the models arms, as you do, intended as symbols of self-awareness and growth. Gucci cyborgs. There was a new mindfulness at play here, at a totally absorbing and fascinating level. And so it felt darkly/oddly experimental as newness always does but clear sighted, in tune. These looks had a flow, other worldly creatures dressed so beautifully in a romp of blood red velvet, lace and feathers, floral print silk, gentleman’s tweeds and checks, draped in crystals, we are thinking Josephine Baker meets Joan of Arc here, worn with trainers. Earthed. We noted the new boxy double GG bag with its bamboo handle and loved the nod to Hollywood with the palest pink dress all plisse and pretty and covered in the finest most romantic net, with its Makinarium third eye. The new Gucci manifesto for heavenly creatures. Yes, that’s us. All played out with Vivaldi’s Stabat Mater on full blast. Oh and the knitted balaclavas fringed with tiny beads, headscarves, turbans, baseball caps, pagodas, imaginarium intense.
Photographs by Jason Lloyd Evans