The premise according to the resident intellect and scholar, “la meatball,” for selecting this location was to highlight the skills and craftsmanship of the region which included weaving but that was according to her and not Wikipedia.
So with her usual panache and blah blah blah she came up with a sort of 3 ring circus replete with masked orchestra( blue paper I might add), a small troupe of interpretive dancers, one of whom you expected to either heave her guts out or miscarry right there and then there was the San Gennaro/ Iowa state Fair colored lights atmosphere except that in this go around, the so called Chiuri feminist manifesto she has been pushing since day one … was now spelled out in lights rather than printed than on tee shirts or on banners bore no raison d’etre in relation to the collection on any level!
Then of course there was this matter of an almost 100-piece resort/pandemic collection that was shown sans audience in a robotic rhythm that can only be matched to the yawn inducing breadth and look of this collection. Think cliché Amish gypsy peasant south of the boarder resident Russian peasant wearing Mongolian lamb and round toed boots and a babushka on every head! One cannot ignore the laced corsets which not only looked like made in Turkey but actual painful to wear and that also made no sense with the clothes they accessorized.
All in all this amounted to some somnambulistic presentation cooked up by the queen of faux intellectuals who thought Italy was a logical place to show this repetitive, oddly conceived collection which zigged and zagged and wound up being clothes for the sake of clothes that had no common thread to bind it all together except in signora’s exploding esoteric mind.