February 26, 2018 |
Dolce & Gabbana was a Fashion Devotion. Loyal to looking good. It was church-like, the words written over the doors at the end of the runway and cherubs looking so sweet. Here to worship fashion. Aren’t we always? And worshipping takes time, apparently. Once the lights dimmed church bells rang frantically, SZA and Kendrick Lamar’s ‘All The Stars’ played and boom, eight drones carried out handbags down the runway. Our kinda church. We’re already dreaming of being delivered our Dolce by drone. Fly to us, my pretties.
And then they disappeared behind closed doors, Rihanna’s ‘Te Amo’ started up and out came a rich patchwork of slogans, rhinestones and glitter. Classic D&G was blazing in an array of golden opulence, pink velvet was embroidered with tiny flowers, cherubs appliquéd onto the back of coats and lightly tiered printed chiffon swished in bundles of excess. It was lavish, embellished, flamboyant. Fashion on overload. Oh, they were devoted. It never stopped coming, interspersed with little Sicilian black dresses. Red lips erupted, jewels were layered heavy, lusciously, and of course the crowns topped it all off. It was all about fashion being their religion (relatable) and so it felt like an intricate prayer. Devoted to Dolce & Gabbana.
Photographs by Jason Lloyd Evans
