Etro Fall 2025
Fur has been everywhere this season—some of it good, some of it unnecessary, some of it a little too self-consciously ironic. But Etro? Etro sent out the kind you actually want to wear. Case in point: the opening look—a shaggy, near-regal wool fur coat, its bold black-and-white stripes giving just enough drama, shrugged over paisley-print trousers and a knitted waistcoat, insouciant and easy.
D&G Fall 2025
Milan is used to Fashion Week disruptions—the road closures, the screaming fans, the existential crisis of deciding whether last season’s Prada is still ironic enough—but today’s Dolce & Gabbana spectacle took it up a notch. Construction had shut down the tramlines outside their headquarters, so Domenico and Stefano, never ones to let a little civic inconvenience stand in the way of a moment, built their own raised stage in the street.
Max Mara Fall 2025
“I was trying to strike a balance between Jane Eyre’s iron-willed restraint and Catherine Earnshaw’s untamed, wind-swept ferocity—to find a woman who exists somewhere between these two emotional extremes.” That was Ian Griffiths’s pre-show thesis for a Max Mara collection that sought to bottle the stormy, windswept romance of the Brontëan heroines—high drama, but make it wearable.
Marni Fall 2025
What trick will Francesco Risso pull from his magician’s sleeve this time? That’s the anticipation a Marni show generates—every season, an unpredictable sleight of hand, a door swung open to a world that didn’t exist five minutes ago. Risso is one of those increasingly rare creatures in fashion: a true visionary, someone who doesn’t just make clothes but conjures entire universes, where quirk and craft meet in poetic, almost mystical collisions. His work is ineffable and deeply felt, lyrical yet potent—an antidote to an industry currently flailing somewhere between panic and paralysis, either chasing every trend at once or no direction at all.
Gucci Fall 2025
No grand unveiling. No messiah in monogrammed loafers descending from the heavens to rescue Gucci from its latest existential wobble. Just another show, another placeholder, another polite nod to the fact that yes, fashion marches on, even when it’s leaderless. It’s been exactly a decade since Alessandro Michele was plucked from relative obscurity, tasked with salvaging a collection in five days flat, and in the process, rewrote the house’s entire trajectory. Sabato De Sarno? He barely had time to unpack before being unceremoniously escorted out. And for a fleeting moment, the industry held its breath—would we see another eleventh-hour savior? A seismic shift? A moment?
Fendi Fall 2025
Yes, the show started 45 minutes late—but honestly, what’s a few extra minutes when you’re marking a full century? And sure, more than one model got lost on a runway designed to mimic the Fendi atelier’s 1960s and 70s salon space (a labyrinth of history, nostalgia, and probably a few bad decisions). But then again, aren’t the best parties always the hardest to leave?