Well first off the bat, one has to say that Donatella Versace presented a collection that didn’t look like anyone else’s collection. The problem with this scenario is that I am not sure if anyone would want to take credit for it other than her.
So, here’s the deal, was it sexy... yes, was it obviously and overtly sexy? … Yes, was it a fabulous collection… no, was it in the Versace tradition? … Sort of and what was with that crinkly wrinkly satinesque fabric?
I am not sure where to start here, the slash and whip stitch lacing affect was worked to death and only sometimes to great effect while the metallic fringe and zipper pieces came off the best, even if there were belly dancer undertones and despite not being exactly the newest of trends. The color palette was ok but far from the rock em sock em schemes of the past. Make no mistake that the silhouette was SHORT and by that I mean borderline obscenely short. The sort of painterly patterning was ok but not really developed but there was a moment of hope when a Medusa head appeared on a red or blue brushstroke pattern … the moment was not long lived! The wrinkly “unironed” sleazy looking satinish cloth certainly cast a “cheap” look to the collection only seconded by what can only be described as Russian oligarch wife/mistress syndrome; aka come and get it Daddy and oh look I am wearing Versace! Then of course there were the bleached out Lothar looking color dyed suedes and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention her selection of lace which was odd at best.
I was hoping that Donatella had hit her stride and found her niche within the history of the fabled house but that hope is most certainly dashed after this collection. What the hell was she thinking? The show ended better than it started but certainly should have been better balanced in terms of the so called day wear as opposed to the wildly over the top evening clothes. What happened to the tailoring that has been a hallmark of the brand since its inception?
The bottom line … she can do better!