The Moschino girls stepped through the parted skirts of a giant, plaster eighteenth-century ball gown to stalk the runway, but if you were looking for clues as to where the collection would go, the backdrop was hardly a helpful hint. This wouldn t be a rococo romp (although there were a fair amount of bows—plastic, naturally, in the house s signature kitsch style). Instead, the main references seemed to be an unlikely mélange of Chanelissime, surrealism, and a touch of the sportif.
Starting things off was a silvery gray crochet-ribbon skirtsuit, accessorized with a major silver-link necklace. The chain motif reappeared as trim on boxy little Coco-esque jackets, some of which were wackily shown inside out with the familiar Moschino label decorating the nape of the neck. The surrealism came through in giant metal snaps on a red short-sleeve trapeze coat, and in clear plastic rain jackets punched out in eyelet patterns—definitely not waterproof. As for the sporty side of things, there were evening anoraks in taffeta and a healthy handful of rompers and onesies.
What to make of it all? It s not entirely clear Rosella Jardini and team were thinking clearly themselves. But that doesn t mean the show didn t offer a few moments of meaningless fun.
