What if Alvin Ailey—all discipline and sensual control—and Luisa Casati—all decadence and theatrical excess—somehow ended up at the same dinner party? That was basically the question Fausto Puglisi posed this season at Roberto Cavalli. And honestly, only Puglisi would even think to ask it. He has always had a thing for America—he literally has the Hollywood sign tattooed on his forearm—so the tension between Italian hedonism and American pragmatism felt personal. Cavalli, historically, is about unapologetic sensuality. Puglisi kept that—but filtered it through something a little sharper. A little tougher. A little more “walk into the room and own it” instead of “float through in chiffon.” The opening black leather pantsuit set the tone. Boyish cut. Clean. Paired with a spangled bra top that still winked at Cavalli’s DNA. Then came an A-line tutu skirt—a callback to Puglisi’s early days—styled with pointy loafers. Loafers. On a Cavalli runway. That alone told you the fantasy had shifted. There was also a cocktail look barely more substantial than a leotard, its neckline nodding to Princess Diana’s revenge dress energy. Not literal—but that same sharp, post-breakup clarity.