A little while ago, Donatella Versace was all about a neat, pastel tailored suit and cocktail dress for a grown-up rock ’n’ roll mom. Well, not now. In her heart, she’s one of the perma-young, and now that a second generation has discovered the original joy of Versace for themselves—all that’s sexy and on and out there—she’s reverted. There’s a demand, and she’s hearing it. With Drake on the soundtrack, rapping “Versace, Versace, Versace,” she went to the place she’s happiest. She said she’d recently come across a picture of herself with Axl Rose: permission to let loose with denim, tour T-shirts, and all the after-party bondage and chain mail a girl could desire.
As Tom Ford read it in London, and Rodarte (in their way) in New York, popular culture—the point where the street meets music and money explodes—is creating a space which can’t exactly be filled by school-of-Céline restraint. Donatella Versace reclaimed her rightful place in that clamoring void, dipped into all her memories, sampled a slew of re-tooled in-house references, and came up with a wardrobe for every girl who organizes her appearance as a guaranteed access-all-areas backstage pass.
She began with her take on denim. Stiff circle skirts and jean shirts were quickly merged into dresses with bondage-strapped tops, followed by lashings of chiffon interwoven with a classic revisiting of Versace S&M chains. It’s summer, so she also laid on an updated version of Versace-pretty: multiple flower prints, lavender leather, and crocodile handbags to match. For the more serious business of a big night out? Well, that’s where the slinky chain mail her brother Gianni invented in the eighties came in. The finale looks patched in the slinky metallics, building up to long, clinging dresses in semi-sheer lace. To new eyes, it must seem fresh: a gift from on high from the godmother of all rock ’n’ roll dressing.
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