Roberto Cavalli says it would take an "indecent proposal" - something in the region of a billion euros - to make him even contemplate selling his company.
This is fitting enough, because gleeful, borderline indecency is Cavalli's stock-in-trade. Sometimes it segues perfectly with the mood of fashion, and sometimes it doesn't. Right now, perhaps, it doesn't: but Cavalli stuck to his guns in this new collection for his recently-reclaimed-from-licencees Just Cavalli diffusion range.
The backing set was very warehouse rave: a grimy, graffiti splattered, paint-curled stairwell. These ravers though were more Rimini than Park Royal, chicly-kohled party girls in chiffon wisps of zebra print, leopard print, and a magnified, pixellated houndstooth.
Green and rust lurex skintight trousers over tails-still-attached furs, shimmering shift dresses peppered with golden sequins and toothpaste-tube-tight printed dark denims were a few more podium-ready looks.
The shoes were outrageous: pink-soled (eat that Louboutin) gold-or-silver shoe boots with silver panels at the toe and heel. There was a (flat-soled) version for the men too, as well as an only-for-the-brave flared to the ankle suit. Cavalli is the party - and if this is the particular type of party you're after, then dive right in.
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