Alessandro Michele has a flair for making fashion feel like religion. Gucci certainly inspires devotion. From its dedicated following (customers on waiting lists to cop the latest drop) and band of disciples (Harry Styles, Florence Welch, Jared Leto et al) to its charismatic leader (Micheles hair and beard speak for themselves), theres definitely something to the church of Gucci.
Its apt, then, that the Italian powerhouses fall 20 show was called The Ritual. An hour before the event, the maverick creative director published the handwritten show notes to Instagram.I have always considered the fashion show as a magic event bursting with enchantment. A liturgical action that suspends the ordinary, loading it with an excess of intensity. A procession of epiphanies and expanded thoughts that settle into a different partition of the sensible.
This season, in typical Michele fashion, the designer flipped the script and turned the catwalk show inside out. After paying tribute to the beauty and drama of the fashion show, he went on to say: Theres something though, in this ceremony, that usually stays buried: the struggle of the parturient that accompanies the tremble of creation; the mothers womb where poetry blooms, from shape to shape. Therefore, I decided to unveil what lies behind the curtains. May the miracle of skillful hands and holding breath come out of the shadows.
An ode to the creative process that were rarely privy to, guests found themselves watching a typically off-limits part of the spectacle: the backstage area. Turning the catwalk itself into a rotating stage, behind a tinted screen, models got dressed from rails of hanging clothes. As each model put on their look from the collection, they took their place at the front of the carousel, standing still like mannequins in a shop window as the stage turned around the room.
All of Guccis eclectic aesthetic codes were there: pilgrim-esque black dresses with staid white bibs, sweet seafoam suiting, froufrou gowns reminiscent of Marie Antoinette, 80s ruffles galore, XXL collars, lashings of costume jewelry, and paintbox-bright babydolls and shell tops. Our favorite look was, incidentally, an outfit free of maximalist trappings: a simple white blouse, oversized jeans, and a brown shoulder bag.
Micheles genius is that he has created a brand with such an identifiable DNA that its latest offering is never about seasonal trends or must-have pieces, but a look a mood? that anyone and everyone can partake in if they wish.
Hypnotic music featuring parade horns and drumroll beats added to the high-octane drama of the show and, as the crescendo swelled, models walked offstage and down a flight of stairs to glide around a surrounding catwalk. As they circled the room, people in gray suits took their places at the carousels window.Who are these uniformed men and women? The collections stylists? Guccis craftspeople, the ones who bring the collection to life once Micheles vision has been laid out?
Just as the fashion industry was starting to question the role and relevance of fashion month and the catwalk show more specifically Alessandro Michele blows old notions out of the water and reminds us that theres still beauty and awe and meaning in fashion yet.
As the show notes read: The congregation lingers, awaiting with open hands. A pin drop silence, to receive my uneven heartbeats and my thrills. I offer my poetics to this tribe of emancipated spectators. May they use it to wonder. May they help me understand it. They can use it to reawaken dormant questions.
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