Okay, so here’s the thing—I didn’t expect The Tiger to rattle me the way it did. I thought it would just be another stylish Gucci short, you know, something I’d watch while scrolling and pretending I wasn’t actually invested. But then Demi Moore walked in with that slow
There’s a kind of poetry in the way we’ve all collectively decided that small bags are, frankly, over. Too delicate. Too curated. Too “I only carry my keys and confidence.” This season, the pendulum has swung hard in the opposite direction—toward the Maxi Bag, that unapologetically oversized emblem of chaos and chic practicality.
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?
His muse this season? Jackie O - Gucci client back in the day, eternal style icon. She’s been inspiring designers for decades. “I came across this description in the archives that called her style ‘casual grandeur,’ and that just stuck with me,” he mentioned. And with the whole Kennedy clan making a comeback the timing felt almost too perfect.
