So, entirely ignoring Venice (such a well-used muse after all), working out just which parts of this show were Hampshire-based made for a fascinating fashion exercise.
The pealing bells (Winchester Cathedral) and delicate birdsong (Farnham Birdworld) that announced Scervino's show was starting seemed authentic enough. Also molto Hants were the horse-riding pants, lots of them in leather, that cantered down the catwalk in a series of equestrian-inspired outfits, complete with riding helmets.
However The Pony Club would probably look a mite askance at the ruffle-hipped strapless playsuit teamed with viciously-heeled boots that soared so dizzyingly high (to perhaps a centimetre south of the buttock) they rivalled Portsmouth's Spinnaker tower.
There was a healthy-dose of leopard-print on bias-necked knitwear and coats (Basingstoke), some very fetching fitted skirt-dresses (Farnborough), and some wide-skirted, big-print houndstooth coats (Beaulieu). Scervino seemed to have Hampshire nailed until his final furlong. Then, at the last, he faltered: for the two revealingly sheer dressed worn over blush-saving big underwear and peppered with floral embroidery were unmistakably Herefordshire.
Posted in: Autumn-Winter,Ermanno Scervino,Milan Fashion Week
