Many years ago, right after Gianni died, in an interview, Donatella declared “I am not a designer.” And as Estelle Parsons once screeched in Bonnie and Clyde “MY EYES! MY EYES!”
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In what can only be described as head scratching, eye rubbing and kaleidoscopic, Donatellamamamia has just about eviscerated any trace of her late brother. The collection looks as if the concept was an assigment for Project Runway where a cutting room floor was knee deep in scraps of printed material and the objective was create a collection from these scraps ad just make it seam splitting tight.
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This blinding display of prints (makes the archive of Emanuel Ungaro look like Talbots), the orgy of color and the over wrought and over design of these pieces is mind boggling and yet all it adds up to is clothes for the sake of clothes.
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Slapping a logo on a tee shirt or on the vamp of a shoe doesn’t make this any better, the clothes look ill fitted, even the supposed little black sexy dresses are scary in everything they DON’T do while the leathers look clumsy and worse … cheap. The only sexy aspect of these clothes is that they are in many instances abundantly and unattractively tight as in streetwalker tight.
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Hard to believe that she couldn’t ride out on the coattails of the amazing retrospective show she presented not long ago and hold onto that glory. Instead she has apparently decided SHE IS A DESIGNER! … that would be a no!
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